<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/82f3SpA.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vitani<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Kiowa Warrior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Densite; Inside the Inyanga den.<br/><strong>Company:</strong>Jag, Bhaltair.<br/><strong>Out.Of.Character~ .</strong><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Vitani continued to eat her meal, though her emerald orbs lifted from her pile of kill to watch her brother. After a few more bites, she smiled softly at his admission of opting to keep her company. <strong>“Well, either way, I appreciate it. It's a bit.. awkward here.”</strong> She motioned, with her head, around the bustling inyanga den. Each wolf seemed to be busying themselves with various tasks, like cleaning, putting together herbs, or tending to various hurt wolves. No doubt, she felt useless and out of place. But at least, with Jag by her side, it wasn't so bad. <br/><br/>Not long after Jag's appearance, Bhaltair made his way into the inyanga den as well. Her tail wagged happily at the male as he poked his head in. As Bhaltair began coming close into the den, Vitani found herself pulling her meal closer as she continued to eat. Her ears perked in their direction as she listened to Bhaltair's praises. Another smile played on her lips as her eyes shifted to Jag, knowing he was going to enjoy basking in Bhaltair's praise. Vitani remained silent as she finished up her meal. <br/><br/><strong>“You're going to fill his head up with hot air.”</strong> Vitani finally voiced, jokingly at Bhaltair. The fae watched her brother, already looking more boastful as she chuckled. <strong>“You all did do a wonderful job. Thank you, Jag.”</strong> She added, more specifically speaking about him being so courteous for bringing her some of the kill all the way in the inyanga den. <br/><br/>When Bhaltair turned his attention toward her, she shrugged simply, pulling herself to her haunches and rolling out her shoulders. Until now, her injured paw had mostly been hidden as she used her good paw to hold her meal steady to eat. But now, he would be able to fully see some paste covering her nails and a bit of blood thickening into it, tinting it from yellow to red. <strong>“Just an old sparring match.”</strong> She assured him. <strong>“More so happy it was only that, and not an injury from that massive elk out there.”</strong> Vitani's eyes shifted to Jag as he suggested a brief rank change for Bhaltair. Her ears flattened feeling sorry for the all the pups they have lost so suddenly, 12 of which being her little cousins. <strong>“I think that's a good idea.”</strong> She nodded in agreement, with a much softer tone. It bothered her that the pack was dwindling but this feeling of hurt was what drove her to believe that Zuya did not deserve to reign over Kiowa. He was driving the pack to death, chaos, and misery. At least that was what she could see him doing. It didn't seem like many others seemed to agree. Vitani inhaled deeply and released the air with a steady drop of her shoulders, trying to calm her rising emotions. <strong>“Hopefully soon, some pups can be birthed to the pack for you to take care of Bhaltair. ”</strong> Vitani's tail wagged softly behind her at the thought of more pups. <br/><br/></span></span><br/><strong>“”</strong>