<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: vivaldi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">Lexine</span></span><br/><br/>(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs45/i/2009/110/f/0/yellow_day_by_lidush.jpg)</div><br/>Lexine was nestled against the wall that hugged her bed's headboard, her left leg extended over the bed. Her right was drawn up over her thigh. Her ankle bore a gash and some light bruising, which was being tended to eagerly. Her nimble fingers were tracing over the wound with a bandage, wrapping it tight. When it was done, she tacked it tight with several hooked bandage clips. The woman slid her legs off the bed then, pressing the balls of her feet to the floor and rolling up. She hissed quietly, her right knee buckling as pain shot up from her obviously sprained ankle. Lexine had gone out for a run to check the city limits and secure her mind of dangers as she usually did. She ran always with a few others, and this time the only danger they ran upon was a mangled car rim that had been discarded into the woods near the road. And Lexi, who was usually very aware of her environment, seemed to miss it, cutting against her back ankle.<br/><br/>They had returned home though rather swiftly in the past hour, and she realized that most of the upper ranking members were tending to Alex, the newest addition.<br/><br/>Lexi reached out, fingers grazing her wall as she took another step forward. She then moved over towards her dresser, pulling open her drawer. Inside, next to her stash of lacy and silk underwear, was a bottle of tequila. She raised it up and poured herself a shotglass, and downed it, the fire in her throat taking away from the wound. But she could not wipe away the thoughts that kept sweeping into her mind. Lexine could not cease to think of the many things that had distracted her earlier. Thoughts of Alex, Tavi, and a few other members within the pack. She couldn't help but think of danger, of what awaited in the future, as she was quite methodical at times when only left to her lonesome. The woman then realized she needed to breathe, to let it go.<br/><br/>Lexine slipped out of her bedroom, taking with her a sleek black and aluminum twisted cane (http://www.vikingmagic.com/ama/med/dancing_cane.jpg) that she had received from her father. She kept it more for keepsake than anything else, but it was times like this it came in handy. She clutched the top in her hand, pressing the rubbered black bottom against the floor silently as she moved towards Tavi's room, wondering what he was up to. Tavi, who always had a bit of business to get done. He was far more pack-minded than she was a lot of times, but it only meant that there was a lot to learn from him. As she reached his room, she rapped her knuckles over his door and waited.<br/><br/>"Tavi? It's Lexine. Thought I'd just stop by to talk."