Midnight Stroll {Midna + Wey}

[Rioga Oiche]

The moon was high in the sky, a white ball of intensity. It cast silver ray's onto the terra, bringing a silvery light to the forest. A few dark clouds rolled across the sky, ready to bring rain to the land's. The sky was a vast thing of midnight blue, with a few scattered star's that twinkled slightly as the framed the stretch of midnight blue. A cool wind flowed through the forest, into the branches, and the pelts of a creature. The forest, usually a dark haunting thing, was bright with light from mother moon. A few night creature's where and prowling at midnight. A large owl was staring from a tree branch, watching for it's next prey. A fox was slinking through the shadow's, heading home after a good night of feeding. Alas, a young buck was heading to his thicket, having searched all night for a young doe but found none. Oh, how midnight was so beautiful, but few creature's where there to experience it.

Yet, a lupa was awake, staring out into the night. In the middle of a large clearing, on a smooth, flat rock a fae was perched. Her dome was lifted, auds flicked back flat on it. Orb's stared a head, the moon illuminating their silver depths. Her jowls where parted slightly, soft words escaping as she spoke to a unknown guest. Her pelt was blowing with the wind, their black, grey, and white depth rippling and looking alive. Her pillar's where folded under her bodice, and banner wrapped around her side. The fae was large indeed, but still beautiful in her way.

Her dome lowered, jowls snapping shut as she finished speaking. Her orbs clouded with a old memory, pain sparking in their depths. Her nostrils flared as she took in the night scents but tossed them away, not really caring a the moment. Her dome came down to rest of the smooth rock, auds coming up to listen. Her guard wasn't down no, but she was still not paying full attention to her surrounding. The fae didn't think anyone was up to watch her, as she spoke to the wolven god's, thanking them for bringing her here to Wey where she could finally be accepted.

No longer did she have to run, and she was glad. A small smile played on her feature's, genuine and true, no longer forced or a lie. She was truly happy to have a home, and a alphine like Wey. Though, a few tear's did escape her mask, and she hurriedly used her shoulder to wipe them away. No lupine could see her weak as she was now, raw emotions displayed on her dome, her usual calm mask gone as she showed her true self. A sigh escaped and she glanced down at the rock, forgetting where she was as tear's streamed free. Oh how she hoped Wey would not appear now and see her like this, weak and all female like. It would be her worst disgrace.

[Weylyn Tokalawaya]

From the skies and the heavens came a cold breeze, brushing over the lands of the Validus Animus pack like a mother's tongue over her cubs. The woods of Lasonia was alive with sounds and wondrous images and of creatures lurking in the darkness of the shadows the moon cast. The trees stood as if they were their own creatures, able to move and sway with the rhythm of the wind's song. Leaves brushed Weylyn's large body as he moved past them and the wind ruffled the fur of his coat. He lifted his large head to the night sky and peacefully closed his eyes. Weylyn was reminiscing of his old life and existence. Where he grew up he had not a care in the world because his pack made it that way. They we so tight-knit, Weylyn felt like they were all his family. And he had lost them all.

Storms like the one approaching always reminded him of that fateful night. He thought back to it; there was nothing he could have done but he blamed himself anyway. His entire outlook on life had changed and he hid most of the things he was thinking, most of his feelings, and used a mask to cover the real Weylyn to further preserve the image his parents wanted him to be. Coming back from his past, Weylyn looked upon the Earth around him. He had finally gotten used to the lands; not completely, but he knew exactly where he was heading and how to get to certain places pretty good and he was having fun roaming on nights such as this. Perhaps he was too optimistic; he thought he may have found company out here before the rain came, possibly to calm his own fears of a repeat of the last time.

But he heard soft whispers over the winds. His ears were keen to sounds of wolves; especially ones he was familiar with. He was especially happy to find that it was Rioga; the familiarity in her voice, even if it were only a whisper, brought his tail to a wag. He had appointed her beta, even though there was already a beta in the pack. Weylyn, however, thought that she could handle it, as well as the other wolf. They were all grown ups, no? Well, it didn't matter. He was the alpha and he would force them to get along if he had to.

Anyway, Weylyn walked toward the rock on which Rioga was perched. He felt his body speed up as be began to get closer, but he also felt a certain reluctance when he heard another sound. Was that a sniff? He scaled the rock easily and approached from behind, his soft nail clicks probably giving him away. He worked his way beside her, hopefully not scaring her. Were those tears running down her face? Was it even possible for Rioga to cry? From what he had saw, this seemed uncharacteristic of her. He, despite the discomfort it might cause her, licked the beta's face. Did the wind sting your eyes? he asked it as if he truly believed it, although he was itching to know what was really making her sad. But, trying to avoid sad topics or farther discomfort, Weylyn averted the topic. He sat next to her figure, looking upon the sky. Even if she did tell him what was upsetting her, or even what was making her happy, it wouldn't change his opinion of her. He already knew what she was like, and just because she had a momentary break of her personal self, didn't mean he would treat her any different.

It's beautiful, isn't it? Weylyn asked, his maw lifted to the sky as another strong breath from the heavens swept over the land. He looked over the clearing at the beautiful landscape and the scuttling creatures hurrying back to their homes. The moon was temporarily covered by a passing storm cloud. It smells like a storm. He sat there quite statuesque in his own little habitat. The wind blew his fur in ripples over his bodice. He grinned down at her, waiting for a reply.

[Midna Koda]

A flash of white was evident as Midna Koda, the Arctic Wolf of Validus Animus, wandered around the forest of Lasonia. She sniffed the air to smell the scent of upcoming rain, a look of delight crossing her features. Midna loved the rain, mainly the part where she gets wet. She then heard the voices of two wolves, her ears perking up and she directed her gaze towards the dragga of her pack, Weylyn and the beta, Rioga. Seeing the dragga made her realized what she came here for. She straightened her posture and trotted towards the two wolves.

Excuse me... Weylyn? she called out, sitting down slightly as she tilted her head. Once she saw him turn to her, her head straighted and she lowered her head in respect of his presense. Pardon me for interrupting, but I wish to speak with you. Alone if you don't mind. she asked, standing on all fours now and turned, looking back to see if he would follow her.

[Rioga Oiche]

Her auds flicked back on her dome when she heard the sound of paw's on the terra and the scent of Wey. Her orb's widened slightly but the damaged had been done. Any lupine could smell the salty tinge of tear's before even seeing them. A groan escaped her maw and she turned her dome slightly as she caught sight of her majestic alphine coming her way. Orb's softened slightly but she turned away, knowing that her feeling's for the alphine where stupid and she should not get her hope's up, that they would be burned like the last lupine she had loved. Her dome lowered at this and she stared into the shadow's, heart throbbing.

Then her maw burned as Wey licked her. She glanced up at him and gave a small shake "Wish I could save my pride by saying the wind stung my orb's but it wasn't. Just my raw emotion get through my mask. It won't happen again" she said curtly and rose to sit on her haunches again. She didn't need Wey worrying about her, he had the other pack member's to deal with. She was just another beta who needed to be a strong thing to help her alphine become stronger. Being weak would cause havoc and she didn't want that for him, for he worked to hard to achieve what he had already.

When he spoke about the night, then commented about the storm her dome dipped. He was right but she had to be outside for a bit, even though she didn't really like thunder or lightning...it scared her actually. Her jowls opened to reply when this small white lupa appeared. She smelled of Wey and pack so she relaxed slightly but she memorized the fae's face. A frown dipped between her orbs as the fae requested for her to speak to Wey alone. She wanted to growl and protest but it was her alphine decision. Though the fae had ignored her and this annoyed Ri. She pulled back her lips but then shrugged.

"You should follow her, sound's important" Ri huffed before nudging her alphine with her nose, a soft gesture, before leaping off the rock and heading in the opposite direction. She didn't need to both them with her weak emotions or pain she was feeling, it really didn't matter.

[Weylyn Tokalawaya]

Weylyn lifted his muzzle to the moon, the wind blowing through his fur, ruffling the gray strands gently and smoothly in the breeze. His mouth opened and his tongue lolled out in a childish manner; the way he used to do it with his sisters when they were young. They would climb to the highest places around and pretend they were flying, soaring. He chuckled and closed his mouth, looking back at the femme who was being honest with him. He knew that she was crying for a reason, but he didn't mind. He wasn't worried about her; the way she reverted back to her personality kept him from doing that. He was quite trustworthy of the fae, even if he hadn't known her long.

Weylyn almost sensed her fear; storms did instill fear in most. Weylyn was included, but for a different reason than the loud noise and frightening light. He merely stared up at the clouds, which had rolled over the moon again. Weylyn's body stiffened as a wind blew an unfamiliar scent toward him. He didn't want to break the calm, relaxing chat he was having with Rioga, so he waited until the scent got closer. He found himself craving more of Rioga's attention, but she leaped off the rock as the other femme approached. Weylyn sighed deeply, somewhat disappointed. Just as Weylyn was about the protest walking alone with the fae, Rioga walked away. Was that regret Weylyn felt? Or a bit of hurt?

Rioga, wait a few minutes. I'll settle this, Weylyn said to the retreating femme. Please, his voice was still strong, but there was some desperation in it; he was afraid to lose her in this night. He turned toward the newcomer and leaped from his rock, landing softly on his paws. He trotted toward her, impatient to wrap up the conversation and get back to his friend. Then, suddenly, like he ran into a tree, it occurred to him that the new femme was going to join his pack.Hello, I'm Weylyn, alpha of Validus Animus. What is it you'd like to speak to me about?

[Midna Koda]

Midna lowered her head in respect, ears tucked back as she saw the other femme trot off. She felt terrible for interrupting their conversation, realizing that the femme was filled with sorrow. She raised her head and her ears perked up, going back into the subject as she remembered what she brought him over for.

Forgive me for interrupting your conversation with your friend... But I've been meaning on asking you something. she started, taking a deep breath then returned her gaze towards the leader once more. I wish to become a member of your pack.. as Curator. I understand that you probably have knowledge of my father Conan, the old guardian of Validus Animus if I remember correctly. I wish to follow in his footsteps. she requested, ears tucking back in hesitation.

You are also probably aware of my absense until I was 12 months old. Ever since I've returned to these lands, I've felt ashamed of myself, for abandoning the pack the way I did. I wish to be truly useful now, and become a guardian of Validus Animus. Her gaze hit the ground as she tucked back her ears again, unsure of herself. I understand your lack of trust in me for not knowing me very well, but I promise you that I will not let you down. she added, feeling more confident now as she perked her ears again, gazing up at him.

[Rioga Oiche]

Rioga glanced back as her alphine asked her to wait. She hesitated between loyalty to her leader and needing time to think and stay out of their way. Loyalty won out though and she stood there, staring into the forest with a unreadable expression on her maw. She knew it was rude as she was about to hear the conversation but she knew it was good to find out what that lupine wanted. She knew she was over protective of her alphine, but still, he was a brute and could protect himself. He didn't need a fae helping him with everything, it wasn't like she was his mate or something so she should back off and give him some room. A sigh escaped her maw and she sat on her haunches, back to them.

Then she heard the fae speak. She listened slightly then a soft, non-audible sigh escaped her maw. If Wey approved the artic thing would be a step higher then her, and closer to her alphine then Ri was. Not knowing why, Ri was pissed off at that lttle fact. A growl threatened to erupt from her throat but she swallowed it and stared at the terra, muscles taunt under her pelt. She had to get away before she snapped at the fae or at Wey, her aggression level a bit high.

A growled finally escaped as she spoke "I should go Wey, don't need be here to both you two" she spoke softly and slipped through the woods and into the shadow's. Her footsteps where drowned out as thunder flashed and it began to rain. Fear contradicted through her soul and she dashed forward, fear running deep. A storm was here...and Ri was scared...and her actions not under control. She was likely going to get herself killed...but who knew?

[Weylyn Tokalawaya]

Weylyn glanced over his shoulder at the femme. She had stayed, as he had asked, and he suddenly felt very childish. He was the alpha, he didn't need her company. But he craved it yet. He listened to the other femme and nodded at times, waiting until she finished before smiling down at her. Rioga interrupted his answer by walking at them and stating she was leaving. She had even growled and took off. He stared off at her, puzzled and quite confused. Weylyn, who wanted to race after her right then and there, found himself unable to move. He was the Dragga. He didn't need to chase after his members and their whims. But he didn't like the way she was running; she was being careless and, as the first thunder boom rolled over the lands, the rain began to fall.

You must understand, I have come into power only recently. I would have known nothing about your father. But I do take your word for it, and I quite honestly would like you to be the Curator. Welcome to Validus Animus. What is your name? Weylyn spoke in a rushed voice, looking over his shoulder again. He saw Rioga's tail flick in the woods before disappearing. He needed to go after her; the storm was making him incredibly uneasy. You can come with me, as I'm going after my Beta, Rioga, or you can explore the lands, he told her kindly. He smiled, giving her a few seconds to choose, before turning and trotting across the clearing, rain soaking his pelt. He waited until he was in the forest before he began to bolt after Rioga, catching her scent before the rain washed it away.

[Midna Koda]

Midna's face brightened at his reply and her eyes softened. My name is Midna Koda. she replied to his question. She then noticed Rioga run off, sensing her fear of storms. She nodded to Weylyn's request and ran off with him. She can sense that the Beta was important to the Dragga, and she was more than willing to help him.

Sniffing the air she caught the Beta's scent, racing towards it. This way! she called out to the Dragga, following the scent still. The rain fell heavily and soaked her pure white fur as she continued to run as fast as she could, her golden eyes focused straight ahead. She was determined to find Rioga, and explain why she wanted to talk to Weylyn. She could tell the moment she first saw her that she had feelings for the Dragga. She understood those feelings, for she loved someone as well.

She then stopped in her tracks. She lost the scent. Damn it, she thought, looking around. Rioga?! she called out. No response. She then kept running, trying to find her.

[Rioga Oiche]

Fear. Adrenaline. Heart pounding in hear auds. Lightning flashing and thunder rumblings it was all to much for Ri. She dashed forward, her pillar's moving efficiently as she covered ground like no other. Speed was her thing, and once she was in full scared-out-of-my-mind mode, it would be hard for any creature to catch up to her's. She was a frightened thing, swerving around tree's, and paw's clawing out of the mud that tried to suck her down. Every muscle in her bodice was working in overdrive, her mind closed out as she tried to get away from what scared her. The thundering and crackling was only fuel adding to the fire, as she sped up even more, though her chest burned and pillar's protested for she was reaching her limit.

Turning sharply, Ri lost her balance and went skidding into a tree. A grunt escaped her jowls and she struggled to her paw's dazed. She didn't notice the flash of lightning nor the cracking of a tree branch. Yet she noticed plenty when it came down onto her rump and pinning her hind pillar's to the terra. It was a huge branch, with sharp thorns scraping themselves into her pelt. She let a low whine escape her jowls as she lay on her side, agony rolling through her in wave's, and her orbs closed slightly, her chest heaving and heart hammering as it rose with each drumming.


The soaked fae lay there as the mud sank into her pelt, mixing in with her blood. Her orbs where closed slightly, their silver depths barely staring from behind her lids. Nostrils where flared slightly, and jowls parted, as she panted heavily, trying to breath right. Her pelt was in clumps, the royal majestic look gone from her, for blood and mud where making it worse. Her pillars where sinking into the dirt, and banner peeking from under the large branch. Ri knew her right ankle bone was cracked, and a possible tear in one of her leg muscles but that was all. Her ribs where soar but no broken, thank the wolven gods.

A harsh sound escaped her jowls as she lifted her dome weakly. She had heard the fae speak not far from where she was. A low cough escaped her jowls, blood dribbling on the ground as she spoke Here I am the lyrics where pathetic and much to low. Ri knew she would not be heard over the storm if she spoke. So instead, a weak, yet loud howl escaped her jowls, summoning her friends for help. It was the song of a wounded lupine who was in need of assistance...fast.

[Weylyn Tokalawaya]

Weylyn's adrenaline pumped the increasing anxiety in his chest. His heart reached for his skin, trying to break through. He whined, weakly, before realizing how childish he was being. She would be fine, he knew it. But he couldn't help but feel the worry. And when he saw the mud in the shape of paw prints, Weylyn felt it happen all over again. Her paw prints had become jumbled up and had started to slip. He could see where she had increased speed and where she had slipped a few times in her erratic behavior. Weylyn could feel everything slipping away from him; his emotions were no longer there and he shut himself up. This couldn't be happening to him again.

Had he not been intently listening for Rioga's voice, Weylyn wouldn't have heard it. He had trotted over to Midna when she spoke, and the answer had him pressing forward, straight through a sticker bush. Weylyn couldn't care less; he could no longer feel the pain shooting up his nerves. He couldn't noticed the nagging voice in his head, telling him that he should have been there with her. He shouldn't have interrupted their conversation, he should not have bothered with the other wolf at that moment. Everything was going so well; he finally had a friend he really trusted, and now, as he stepped through the thicket, she was stuck under a branch. He looked upon the lightning split tree and felt his body freeze for about a second. She wasn't dead. She spoke not two seconds earlier. And yet, Weylyn couldn't help but think she was. He whined upon looking at her, the concern clear in his eyes despite not feeling it himself. He was truly alone, he thought.

Weylyn would not be deterred this time, though. He had let his family die before. The rain had soaked his coat, left his muzzle muddy, his claws broken and sometimes blood-filled, his teeth pained and cut all over his body. This time, he would go further. He would break his bones, he would lose his teeth, he would die of loss of blood if he had to. This was his pack now and he had a responsibility to keep them all safe. He was no longer that stupid pup that had run away from his problems and kept to himself; he was no longer the one that would not voice his opinions. Weylyn was no longer a coward, or pathetic. He would stop at no costs to save Rioga, his beta, his pack member. No, his friend. Weylyn's strong body was not strong for no reason. He had earned position as alpha, had earned respect. He would dig this femme out until he could no longer breathe. And so, Weylyn's paws brought him in front of the wolf. She looked down upon her pitiable body with nothing but determination. He licked her face warmly. I will get you out, he assured, and projected himself in a way that no one would dare to oppose his opinion. He carefully assessed the branch and found that smaller twigs were keeping its weight from being fully upon the femme.

Weylyn decided to dig beneath her, figuring that the tree would still hold itself up with the smaller branches so he could drag her out. His paw dug at the soft earth, ignoring the sinking his back legs were doing. If Midna was there, or doing anything, he hadn't noticed. He was too focused, to intertwined with his current state to even care. He didn't need help, didn't want it. He needed this for himself; he needed to know he was strong enough. Weylyn wasn't strong enough to prevent this from happening, but he could be strong enough to keep his dear friend alive. Even has a claw snapped off of his paw, the wolf still dug, blood mixing with the dirty mud. Then, he squeezed beneath the branch, where her rump was, and pressed up with his shoulders, as if lifting the weight off of her. Get her out! he cried, possibly to no one at all. Weylyn felt his paw sinking as he held, what seemed like, the weight of the world on his shoulders.

[Midna Koda]

Midna had reached where Weylyn had found Rioga and saw the tree crushing her. Her eyes grew wide and panicked, rushing towards the duo once he heard him cry, Get her out! She rushed towards them in an instant and gently grabbed Rioga's hackles and pulled her from being even more crushed by the broken tree.

Pulling her out completely, she signaled Weylyn to remove his weight and returned her gaze at the fallen femme, ears tucked back and a sad whimper emitted from her throat. I'm so sorry.... she whispered to the femme, head lowered in shame. She was blaming herself for what happened. Even though it wasn't her fault, she still felt terrible. Seeing Weylyn trot towards them, she backed up to give them some privacy.

[Rioga Oiche]

Ri heard Wey appear and her orbs opened a bit more and she managed to speak Sorry Wey for being weak... her lyrics trailed off slightly as she grunted, the pain eating at her. Her dome dropped back into the muck, and into her jowls and nostrils. She managed to sneeze, but then her dome just came down again. The mud felt cool against her heated bodice, and she accepted it coldness. Her orbs closed and she swam in the darkness, blocking out everything but not the pain. No she could not block it out. The cracked, well now broken, ankle shot pain up her pillar, and the torn muscles where sending jolts into her system, making it so unbearable the tear's formed at the edge of her orb's, and they dripped into the mud. Oh how foolish she had been to not pay attention and to let her fear consume her.

When she felt the tree lifting off her bodice, her orbs opened slightly to peer at Wey who was holding it up. Why would he do such a thing for her? She was just another lupine, a foolish bitch who made to many mistake's. She wanted to speak, but could not. Her bodice shifted slightly and her front pillar's dug into the terra and she proceeded to drag herself forward but she didn't have to. The white fae got a hold of her scruff and dragged her a few feet away. Pain laced through her and a whine escaped her jowls, along with a soft, mournful howl. It was involuntary, for her senses where heightened to their peak.

When the fae let go, Ri brought her dome up to nod slightly at the fae before turning to her bloodied pelt. She tried to lick at it, and it caused much pain to even move slightly. She hissed, but kept on licking, hating the taste of mud and her blood but she had to clean herself to assess the full damage to herself and to her pride. Tears wanted to be shed but she held them back, and kept on licking. The rain helped to wash away the gunk until finally she was clean, but soaked to the bone. She coughed a bit, spitting mud from her jowls. She glanced at both her superiors then at the terra.

She was weak and they now knew it. It hurt her a lot to face reality but it was true. She blew out a breath as air as she stumbled to her paw's, but her broken ankle was up and dangling slightly, and her torn muscles protested and screamed, and almost made HER scream yet she bit it back. She slipped on her mask that hid her emotions and glanced between the two. She stood on three leg's, was soaked, and looked so weak and useless. She wondered what would happen to her....how pissed off and disgusted they would be with her for she was so useless to them now. Like other's lupines they would turn their back's on her...wouldn't they?

[Weylyn Tokalawaya]

Weylyn felt the tree branch dig its claws into his back, tearing at this skin like it was a plastic bag, creating holes for his blood to spill out. The mud mixed with it, creating the most disgusting concoction that Weylyn could see. His paws were going deeper under the weight of the branch. He ignored her apology. Why would she be sorry for a freak accident? Had Weylyn been in her situation, he knew that he wouldn't have been able to get out. And, as much as he wanted to tell her this, his body was distracted at the moment. The mud wouldn't give up his paws and he struggled to get them free. As he did, however, the tree dug deeper into him, reaching for his soul as payment for his idiocy. A dragga didn't let something this serious happen to his pack mate. He felt agony, not in his muscles, or physically, but a large mental angst filling him up. He finally dislodged himself, the little scrapes pouring more blood that had been expected. Weylyn merely ignored them; his injuries were nothing like Rioga's, and the anger on his face was not directed toward her, but at the pain she was in because of his incompetence.

He padded toward her, her howl like a knife through his heart. Weylyn's body shivered, partly from the cold entering his body, infiltrating him down to his core, but mostly because of his self-hate and disgust. He pushed his entire body forward, putting his pity aside. It would all hit him later, once he regained his calm, composed self. But now, he moved next to the femme, his eyes solemnly looking upon the damage that had been done. He wished, silently, to himself, that he had some sort of healing magic. The pain that shook the femme so much caused Wey's tongue to loll out of his mouth and rub each of her sores tenderly. He was being incredibly gentle; something no one would expect from such a bulky creature.

Weylyn's body moved next to hers the instant she was. Her one lost leg was replaced by his sturdy four, and his frame. He brushed her lightly, and didn't press himself into her, but instead allowed her to lean against him. He felt no contempt toward her and licked her face softly, seeing the disturbing and frightening injury. He shoved all thoughts away when he pondered her death. Never, ever, ever, would he except that she would die. No, she made it this far. Things could heal. They had to. Weylyn became a pillar, unmoving and unbreakable, to support the femme. He watched her closely, knowing that every step she would take, he would take it, too, and would somehow try to suck her pain into him. That would make him so much better; take away all of her pain. He wouldn't be able to handle it if she didn't heal. He didn't want to sacrifice this wolf, and he wouldn't. Weylyn was devoted to her recovery, and he would be sure that she did.

Don't blame yourself, how Weylyn had suddenly become so insightful, no one would be able to explain. You can't control lightning, he added, not to make her feel better, but to help himself. It was his fault to the part of making the femme feel like she had to run, but the whole lightning, tree falling, squishing the poor wolf wasn't his fault, was it? Weylyn agreed with himself silently, and yet the guilt welled up. Midna! his voice was harsh, filled with power, and boomed almost as loud as the thunder. Get on her other side, the wolf commanded to his underling. He rarely used himself in such a forceful manner, but desperate times called for desperate measures. We'll get her to some shelter, Weylyn called, this time his voice surpassing the angry thunder. This wolf was much angrier and very much more dangerous if his orders were not followed quickly and to a tee. He was not to be messed with in his current state, and although he would feel somewhat bad later for being so scary to his newest member, at the moment all that mattered was getting the femme away from the rain and into a place she could rest.

We're going to start moving soon, Rioga. Can you walk, or should we carry you? Although Weylyn hadn't really figured out how carrying the wolf would work, he would find a way to do it. In fact, he would rather do that then put her through any more pain, but watching her walk would give Wey a chance to assess her condition and find out a way to help her get better.

[Midna Koda]

Midna jumped at the force of her dragga's voice, ears perked up. He had her full attention now. She nodded at his command and walked to Rioga's other side, just in case she need to carry her. She looked up at her superior, seeing how deeply he cared for this femme. She knew the feeling of having deep feelings for someone. She could relate to that very well.

A gentle smile creased her lips as she gently rubbled the tip of her nose on Rioga's cheek, ears tucked back in a friendly manner. Don't worry, Rioga... You'll be all right. she told her reassuringly. She gazed up at her Dragga for further orders.