<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open [Essentially Everyone]<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outskirts of Kayax<br/><strong>When: </strong>Early Morning, Sixth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ts'itu's caught the nod of the brunette from the corner of her eye. Though quiet, the girl had been pushing herself since she'd been captured. Likely it was the thought of warmth that spurred her faster now as opposed to desire to please the alpha, but so long as the speed was there Ts'itu couldn't bring herself to care as to its motivation.<br/><br/>The redhead’s comment caught her attention, causing her to turn to look at the other girl with head tilted and green eyes alight with amusement. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said. It would be hard not to hear the sarcasm in the girl’s voice, but she couldn’t fault the girl for being in a sullen mood after a hurried march over miles of snow and ice.<br/><br/>As the girl stumbled, Ts’itu lunged forward. She’d meant to help the girl up but she was already clambering to her feet. With a sigh, Ts’itu shook her head. She couldn’t help admiring the pride that corded the sacrifice, but it might become a problem if she wouldn’t allow for help.<br/><br/>“Clearly no need to carry them,” she said lightly as the sacrifices continued to slog onward. “They’re motivated by the thought of warming their toes, I’m sure.” She turned and began to keep pace with him, so they might bring up the rear. Her shoulder bumped against his lightly. Though she kept it discreet, her eyes raked down his form, frowning at the sight of many bandages. “Scratches or not, you should get them tended to when we return to the village.”<br/><br/>Nodding briefly to Kon and the sacrifices, she took off back up the hill. She would do this several more times, she was sure, circling her pack in and dispensing the last orders before they went into the village. Her hair streamed out behind her in a russet mess, seeming to swirl around her form every time she nimbly darted around some obstacle or another. The wolf she was pursuing paused briefly at the top of the hill as she had earlier, and she took that time to increase her speed.<br/><br/>"Delk'ali," she called as she came near him. The smaller wolf had just begun his limp down the hill, his features set into a mask of deceptive calm. While his injuries were not quite so bad as Kon's, he'd taken one to the leg that was not healing quite as well as it should. Though she did not reach out to touch him as she might have done with some of her other betas, her expression was kind as she drew even with him. For a moment she debated what to say to the wolf, aware that he'd always been a bit sensitive about his size but also knowing that regardless of what she said he would likely try to avoid the celebrations. She'd never quite been able to pin down what it was about the man, who was so talented and yet withdrawn.<br/><br/>Blunt, she would just have to be blunt. Diplomacy and gentle words were Danae's forte. "Delk'ali, food won't be ready for another hour, even with 'Nesii riding everyone's tails. Go get that wound fixed with Danae and let her know who else she'll be seeing today. And then I expect you at the festivities. You fought well, you should tell your stories at the fire. If anyone gives you shit, even 'Nesii, tell them you're on my orders." She wasn't sure quite how he might take the orders, but she hoped he might be able to read the concern behind her gesture. If not, it didn't matter, he would still be cared for and dragged into the pack's celebrations.