Through the pain and throbing of torn skin, the black fea began to slowly rise from her deep and humbled sleep. However, arising from the absence of conciousnus also brought her to the conciousness of pain. As crimson orbs began to show her body winced in pain. Letting out a soft whimper as she clamped her eyes shut, it was all she could do. "Hydra's! Jake!" She looked around and began to call to her pack in a low gurgling howl. Wondering where everyone was, her orbs continued to search until they found her son, one who was on the breech of a killer, laying there with a blanket over him. She whimpered and tried to stand up, but to no avail. Her massive blood loss restrained any strength she had and she remained bolted to the floor by gravity. "Cr-Crucified" She whimpered and looked to him.

Crimson covered beast layed on the ground in deep subconciouness. His conditions weren't getting much better but currently were stable. He had lost too much blood and was now in a coma. His dreams were simple...

His pups were around him... all of them... and there was a she wolf... but it wasn't... White tip.. it was Enola... His tail wagged and he yipped to the fea but as she grew close her friendly expression faded and her body grew thin and weak. Deteriorating right before his eyes, she became a walking skeliton that crumbled at his feet.

In sheer horror she backed and yelped while his cubs circled around him. Skinless beasts bleeding and growling through pulsing muscles. In unison they chanted "Traitor, Traitor, Traitor!" Closing in on him then launching themselves at him. Within a few feet they too deteriorated and fell as harmless piles of bones to his feet. He screamed, a screamed that formed as a whimper to his real body. Then in his dream jumped away from the bones and began to run. Running it began to snow, 2 inches, 6 inches, 1 ft, 3 ft. He was plowing through the cold as it stung him like needles. Crying for help and slowing his pace as his strength left him and he collapsed in the hands of death. He looked up, a figure above him... Growling at him. White tip, torn and tattered, bleeding through her eyes and mouth with a broken limb. Crying to him, her mouth began to move but to him she was mute. Collapsing at his side she began a soft howling song. One that made him shiver to the bone. All he could do was sit there, and wait and cry in pain as the snow slowly covered his pelt... Was he giving up?

To the outside body, he was shivering, his paws twitching as he ran in his dream. the whimper from his cry and then a sigh when his mate feel to his side.

The female could hear everything that went on inside. She stood with a groan and ignoring the food before her, she moved to the screen door. Nudging it open with her nose, she peered into the interior of the house before venturing further. She saw Crucified and a soft sigh escaped her as she moved forth and settled down next to him, resting her head close to his. Her tongue carresed him and softly she murmered "Please Crucified....Don't leave me."

The pit bull had taken to sleeping on the fringe of the woods, and checking up on Fallen several times a day. She knew the humans here were no threat to her, but she still did not like being in their presence, so she did all she could to remain hidden. When night fell though, she reamerged and headed for her packmate, "Fallen!" A smile played out on her white muzzle, happy to see the wolf awake now, "How are you feeling?" Skeil scarcely paid attention to Enola and Crucified, for she blamed them for Fallen being here in the first place.

Crimson orbs held Enola and Crucified in place until Skeil spoke to her. She looked up and tried again to raise. This time succeding but weakly, she had to find her balance by splaying her legs and lowering her head. "I feel so heavy...." murmured and looked up to Skeil with a smile her eyes bearly making thir mark at her chin, then lowering in pain and exhaustion. "I'm so tired, But I think I can make it back to the den." She began to walk but fell to the side on the pourch. Wincing she pushed herself to rise again and waited for Skeil. She was determind to leave... to leave her son. He had to fight his battle without her. Especially with the stunt he pulled. One that broke her trust completely. She loved him, but didn't truts him.

the snow was packing and packing, almost over his head as his mate decayed beside him. She was a pile of bones and meat now. Her eyes gone and magots begining to burrow into her rotting flesh. He didn't wince but looked down and closed his eyes. Ready to let everything go, he knew he was dieing. There was no point to live, until he heard Enola. His head popped up and he looked around for the voice but he could see nothing in his dreams. "Enola!" he cried and pulled himself out of the snow. Looking around turning in circles then picking a random direction and running in it. Trying to find her. "Enola!!!" He cried, knowing she was near but he couldn't see her, he couldn't smell her, and her voice was now gone.

In his physicall body he murmured a wordless growl, then his feet began to twitch and he whispered "Enola...". But still he wasn't there. It would be a little while until he came out of the coma, and would die if he didn't get medical treatment.

"It's alright, lets take it easy. Move slow." Skeil suggested, staying close beside Fallen like a crutch for the wounded wolf to use. "We'll rest along the way if you need." Her ears flickered at the voice of Crucified, and she suppressed a snarl. For Fallen's sake, Skeil didn't say anything against the son. But if Fallen wasn't his mother, and if she didn't like them... Skeil would have torn his throat out by now while he lay helplessly in a coma.

Enola heard her name on her friends breath and murmered, "I'm right here, love. Please don't die.....Please. Stay with me, Crucified." Tears welled up in her eyes and she said in a choked voice, "Please, I love you." Suddenly the door opened and a breeze came through from the cold night air. Aralyn was back from riding Inferno. As the young womans eyes landed upon the two, she ran into her room and came back a moment later. Sinking to her knees, she grabbed hold of the males scruff and injected a shot. She had used it before to fight of infection which seemed to be what was plauging the male. She then moved to his throat where his injuries were and removed the bandages and applying a thick salve also used to fight off bacteria and numb the pain. As she placed new bandages on she came to a conclusion. He didn't have as much blood as he needed. Her eyes narrowed and she looked at Crucified for a moment before she stood slowly and walked to the refridgerator. She pulled out a large jar, full of wolf's blood. She had been going to use it on Malon but.....Her faithful companion had disappeared. Usually Aralyn would do a blood transfusion at the vets office but she didn't think that Enola or Crucified were up for the trip. Knowing he was in a coma, she slipped the needle into his veins and put more blood into his system to help fight off the infection.

Jake came forth out of the trees, a big golden furry wolf. Well, at least he looked like a wolf. Seeing Fallen in her current state he couldn't take it. An ominous growl rose from the male and he nearly ran to the door and broke it down to kill Fallens son. Seeing his dear Fallen once more, he came forth and slid under her so that she rested upon his back. "Come, my dear Angel. We shall take you home." He moved on, careful not to jostle her to much so that she wouldn't fall off of his mighty back.

Fallen nodded to Skeil and looked back to her son one last time before moving on. When Jake came up she wagged her tail slightly, weakly, then she felt herself lifted from the ground. She gave a soft smile at his words and thanked him quietly. Her chest began to have a pain, but it was nothing she concerned herself over.

Crucified shivered at what the woman was doing. Bearly his Enola's words, in his dreams he shoulded a full sentence, but all that came from his lips was a wraspy "Love you" And then he relaxed and went into a deeper, sleep. His dream had dissapeared and all he could do now was wait to wake up.

She light licked the base of his skull, her body tense. "For me, you have to live." She turned and lapped up some water that had been left in a bowl for them to hydrate herself. If he had to live, so did she. She took a bite of meat and felt her stomach turn and do flips. Having not eaten for so long, she felt like any amount of food would kill her. But still, she ate just for Crucified.