She had gone away on one of those journies again getting in touch with her wild side once more. Her fur was a full winter coat now, not that it already hadn't been a bit long because of her breeding.She smelt like a wolf now and her one floppy ear really took away the wolfish look, but the wolfish look didn't leave her eyes. No it was still there, in full bloom and full of that wolf bloodlust always there but not always in use. She sat in the snow behind the ranch her head held high as she looked through the windows. They had a fire going and she wished to join them...but something told her no thats no place for a wolf, she had begun to think of herself as a true wolf. Something shook her out of the thought though and she stood up walking towards that window. Her tail wagged a bit as she looked up from under the window and reared up on her hind legs clawing the window on accident. She quiklcy dropped down and pressed herself against the house so she wouldn't be seen. She didn't know why...but she didn't feel to welcome here anymore, she felt she had bestrayed them, betrayed her pack one of the most horrible things she could ever do in her life. It would be a disgrace if she was seen.

A small orange-striped tabby spotted the hybrid. The cat was young, not yet a year old. She arched her back and hissed threateningly at Becca, then darted away to hide.

Martha went to the window and peered out, searching about for the cause of the scratch. Not seeing anything however, she turned and walked back to the couch to sit in front of the fireplace.

It was Timber who was first to scent and recognize his old friend. The collie came bounding across the ground with his tail swinging lightly behind him in rythem with his pace. "Becca, it is you!" He barked out, coming to a stop just in front of her. But instead of giving her a friendly nuzzle, Timber held back. He could sense that something seemed changed in his good friend. "You make our reunion almost complete." Timber stated, furnishing a broad smile on his muzzle, "You wouldn't believe who else has come back..."

She would ruin in after Timber and slow her pace as she got closer. She walked near them both and wagged her tail rapidly. "Becca! Its good to see you again." She barked happily. Shimmer did sense a change in Becca but she couldent place her paw on what. She wagged her wolvish tail and perke dup her floppy ears and padded over giving her a small nuzzle in greeting, not holding back as Timber have even if Becca seemed a bit different. She padded back over to Timber watching Becca and waiting for her reply.

Becca couldn't help but release a growl out of reflex but they still seemed friendly enough she she shut it off soon after it started.

"Timber...Shimmer. Long time no see."

Becca kept herself low to the ground her eyes watching both of her old friends as they moved about and finally stood still. She kept herself against the wall, her voice had been a pretty low one, it wasn't loud but not to quiet. Just a calm voice that did hold something else that even she could probably never figure out what it was.

Rihanne came running to a bark as familiar to her as her own. Becca! She hadn't seen the hybrid in a long time. But she soon came up short, sensing that this was not the same Becca she remembered. Pausing and looking from face to face uncertainly, she waited.

Timber wagged his tail faintly, half excited about being surrounded by his friends, yet half uncertain about this 'new' Becca. Still, he was determined to make the best of the situation and keep his friends together. "We've lost too many of our own here. We need to stick together, fight together." He began, painfully recalling the deaths of his family in his mind. These four were the survivors though, the guardians of the Ranch. If they were to stay that way, they needed a new tactic on defending the area. Attacking predators one on one or in small groups had proved fatal all too often.

Shimmer had dropped her ears slightly at the growl Becca gave but perked them up when she had stopped. "Glad your here again Becca." She then listened to Timber and gave a small sad nod then tilted her head. "Timber about that.. who is still around and who had passed on?" She asked in a sorrowful and quiet tone. She had not seen Abigale, Rollin, or any of the others yet that she had known before she dissapeered besides Timber, Stallis, Becca now, and Aidan. And this worried her knowing something probabley had happened to them. She haden't asked the question before but figured it would be better now then never. She looked to Becca, then Rihanne whom she did not know, then back to Timber.

Rihanne's head went down, for many had come and gone from the Ranch in the past year. But it was the ones gone that disturbed her. Still, the pit-mix kept quiet, letting the news come from someone Shimmer knew.

The collie's face grew sullen as the question was adressed. There was a moment of silence before he relayed the news, "Apart from Stallis, the rest of my family has all passed on. All of them were..." Now the collie's jaws tightened and a slight snarl flared in his voice, "...murdered."

Her heart immidiatly sunk and she grew silent, her tail hung still and her ears drooped down. "No..." She whispered shocked at teh many deaths. "I shouldent have been gone so long..." She said more to herself in q quiet tone. She was relived though that Timber and Stallis were alive out of Timber's family. If Timber were dead when she had returned she didn't know what she'd do. "And of the murderers... do they still live..?" She asked her tone still quieter then usual.

Here, the copper femme stepped up, her head bowed in shame, for she felt in her heart that she was mostly to blame for Abigaile's death, though she had been barely a yearling at the time. Her voice wavered as she spoke, but she stood firm. Those who murdered Abigaile and Rollin still live. I never knew Rollin, but one of those who killed Abigaile mentioned having helped to kill Rollin. For the others... And she faded off, turning her eyes to Timber, waiting for that answer.

"They still live." He said, finishing the sentence in a deathly whisper. "As far as I know, only one of the attackers has died, by Becca's fangs." Timber know looked to the large mixbreed, recalling the death of Skittles. "As far as scent tells me, he was a brother to two other attackers. The sister, a darker-hued fae, is mostly to blame. And then there another fae, who death is needed above all others..." Now he was speaking of Taijya, who had caused the Ranch no end of trouble.

She growled lightly to herself at hearing this. "Well if they ever come back I will be sure to show them no mercy." She said taking in every single word that both of them told her. She glanced to Becca for a brief moment, then Rihanne, then back to Timber. A sorrowful look in her eyes for all those that had fallen to those murderers that attacked the ranch many times. She closed her eyes a soft sigh emitted from her mug.