Storm Warning

He was pacing, and if you drew closer you could hear his mumblings. And it was here that his sister happened upon him. A few well placed words was all it would take for Moon Spirit and Karai, plus wide eyes and tears. He was a sucker for tears.

Moon bit her own leg, blood drawing from it. Not much, but enough. She sobbed and came forth, that pretty little actress and said Oh, God. Storm, Storm I can't believe it is you! You...You need to help me. She is crazy, Storm. She...She tried to kill me! The silver male raised his head and a soft smile graced his lips. That is until she mentioned her. Alright. Alright, I can take care of it. We can take care of this. He said almost to himself. Kill her. He'd kill her for hurting Moon Spirit. His kind, loving sister who could do no wrong....No wrong.

Karai

She had followed her friend diligently, keeping back a bit to assess what 'Spirit had in mind before coming forward, a wide panic in her eyes, blood already running down a similar wound she had inflicted in her left side. 'Spirit! God, 'Spirit what... I tried to catch her but...

And then she seemed to notice Storm for the first time, letting her voice break a bit, not crying yet, but keeping the tears in her eyes, ready to fall. Storm! God... Storm you've got to do something about her! She's... she's lost it completely. She turned to lick at Moon Spirit's wounds, shaking as she did so. You okay? Promise me... promise me you're okay. She let all that panic into her voice, making it tremble. Oh yes, she was quite the actress herself.

Moon * Storm

Storm looked at Karai uneasily, then back to Spirit. Lovely, caring Spirit. She could do no wrong. A shudder went down Moon Spirit as Karai licked her wound. Seeing that shudder, Storms yellow gaze narrowed. I won't rest until shes dead. I promise that to you both. Now, this was coming from a psycho, mentally unstable wolf. But he wanted her dead. Now.

Spirit sent a look to her comrade as Storm turned and loped off. And so it begins. She murmered.

Karai

Karai kept washing up Moon Spirit's fake wounds, finishing before she turned to do her own. Yes. It begins. And now, Storm will finish it. Her tone held a sense of finality, and also a sense of worry... Spirit still loved Aaka. And she knew it. This would hurt her, no matter what happened...