Sasha

She walked slowly with the burden of Laporta not wanting to drop the dead hybrid daughter of Aaka and Legosa. As she entered the Silver Glades she lay the body down gently and raised up a howl calling to both Aaka and to Bullet. Legosa as well if he could come.

Aaka

Aaka snarled and cantered back to her packlands at the sound of Sasha's howl. "What do you-" Her eyes fell upon the lifeless form of Laporta and immidiatly the mothers eyes went wide. Her body began to shake tremendously and her voice came out in a soft whisper "Sasha, you may leave now." She moved closer to the body of her now dead daughter tears overflowing her eyes. She raised her head in an agonizing cry of pain, calling to her mate and children. Where had they gone? The mother gently picked up her daughter and carried her to the stream where the pups had always used to play and have fun. But no more would that happen. Laporta was dead. Another shot in the dark that hit its aim perfectly. She bowed her head for a moment then stood once more and turned to see Sasha still standing where she had been. Her hackles raised and through tear filled eyes she leaped at Sasha snapping viciously at the female "I said get out!" She screamed. The mothers anguish was evident, her anger and fear locked inside of her forever.

Bullet

Head and tail down, the hybrid padded solemnly after his mate, trying to keep his eyes off Laporta's lifeless body. He lingered quietly as Aaka arrived reacted to the mournful news, and did his best to remain polite and respectful. Eyes cast downward, Bullet hesitated before speaking, trying to take the bereived mother's attention away from Sasha, "If it's any consolation, I know Hydras will have us hunt down the ... murderer... and we will find the others." He cringed slightly, having plenty of experience with his own sister's hot temper.

Azul

he couldn't leave them to Aaka so the brute moved in his wounds evident as he moved into the lands mix matched eyes downcast as she watched them all stepping forward he spoke.

|Aaka I found them Down Town. that brute had already killed her I jumped in another female his sister helped me fight them off. After that we turned to get the pups they were gone. I haven't been able to find them since.|

Cavan

Cavan cautiously entered the land, his scarred head held low to the ground while his good eyes shot left and right, making quick, hasty passed over the canines present while his glossy, silver-blue orb remained still and unseeing. He shuddered faintly when he spotted Laporta's body, and refrained from approaching closer. "Their scent here is old." The brute said in a low tone, speaking to Legosa. "But I will try to track them..."

Aila

Aila had heard the howl and her wolf instincts instantly told her someone was in pain. If it be physical or not she wouldn't know till she showed up. Aila hopped down from the tree she had just climbed and sprinted over on her two feet to Aaka and some other canines. She saw the dead body of one of her sisters and dropped herself to the ground at her body. Her hands instantly found the dead wolves fur with she grabbed with fists of sadness and anger. Who could have done this to her sister? She looked up at Aaka her human eyes watering but showing the sadness of a wolf. She had been raised with wolves after all.

Aaka

"I want all of you out. NOW!" Her voice was sharp as she glared at them all. Her eyes showed no mercy but inside them also was the pain and the torture that she was feeling. Another lost. God, she couldn't keep doing this. How many more would it take before god would just let her be? How many more lives would Anubis take from her.

Aila

Aila cringed at the sharp sounds her mother was making. Aila tightened her fists again onto her fallen family members fur. She didn't wnat to leave, even though she knew what Aaka was telling her. Her own eyes were shedding the salty tears of a human. This was how she expresed her pai nfor now. Later, she would most likely howl to the heavens in despair.

Aaka*Sang

Sang limped over still shivering. "Faute is gone mama. Where are-" SHe stopped speaking as her eyes fell upon Laporta. "No....No no no..." She turned and raced away, the sick black female moving swiftly but she did not run out of the packlands. She halted at a large willow tree and she sobbed. The fae curled into a small ball sobbing painfullly for her lost sister.

Aaka watched her daughter run and she turned back to Aila. She gave a soft yip to her human daughter and turned away from Laporta. She would be at rest here with the river by her side and the opening of the sky above.

Legosa

Legosa was a bit slow to follow Cavan, for he had suddenly doubted the marred wolf's nose as he headed back for the pack lands. But all too soon, he could hear the cries of sadness and his soul was filled with lead-heavy dread. Unable to halt a silent snarl from creeping onto his snowy muzzle, Legosa padded stiff-legged towards the group of wolves until he spotted Aaka. Without question, he could tell something horrible had befallen this place.

Just as suddenly, his cold, calculating eyes drifted to his daughter's still form beside the river. If not for the dark blood staining her otherwise flawless white coat, he would have mistaken her for the living. So peaceful and serene did she look beside the rushing waters. A strange feeling stirred in the brute, one that seemed to clutch at his throat like the teeth of an unseen foe. It felt as if his insides were being filled with stones. This was a sensation rarely felt by Legosa, and he scarecly knew that it was grief. In a voice that quivered but thundered menacingly at the same time, the father spoke out, "Who did it? WHO?" He flashed his hurting, furious orbs around to everyone, except his mate and Sang.

Struggling to control this strange sensation of grief, Legosa took a stance beside Aaka, pressing his side against hers, trying to show some sort of comfort and solace to her, but not knowing really what to do. There were no tears in his sharp eyes, nor any sobs from his lungs. To most, he didn't look very saddened by Laporta's loss at all. But to those who really knew him, there was a clear distress and sorrow in the brute's body language that surprised even him. Yes, he was grieving, in his own way.

Azul

He tensed as he saw Legosa. White Noise was his brother would Legosa resent him for the that. It didn't matter before he ahd been about to leave as Aaka had asked until Legosa demanded whom did this. He spoke up while taking a small step forward his own chassis coated with dried blood that is his own and that brute's

|After aaka came to my lands demanding to know where her childern where I went out looking for them. Foud them Down Town Leporta was dead when I arrive I protected the others with the help of a female. She was the sister to the murder whom did this. Before the battle was over the pups had run off in fear. I brought her to the Lurkers to bring here but I knew you might wish to speak to me also|

Aaka

She pressed her body hard against her mates, her tears falling freely down her maw. "She's dead Legosa....Nothing will bring her back." It was ok for the alphess to kill other wolves but when someone was taken from her....Then death was something that the alphess couldnt handle. Death hurt her more then ever then. She moaned her grief against Legosa's chest as her entire body shuddered from the internal pain that she was feeling.

Legosa

He stood strong, winning over his emotions, "She will be avenged. This murderer and all associated with him will perish before our teeth." Legosa lifted his head high, looking to Azul with cold, rock-hard eyes, "If you happen across that foul creature before I do, you let him know his got a date with a demon." With holding his rising anger, he let his voice fall to speak to his mate once more, "I will end this, Aaka. He'll suffer, alright." The alpha took leave, stalking quickly past the others. He gave a side-glance to Cavan before leaving, "Search for him."

Faute

He had found his way home, unfortuanatly. He saw his mother, with her head hanging grief pouring from her. He looked with sad eyes for a moment before like both of his parents, he slipped a mask over his face. He passed his mother offering no words. He instead trotted to Sang who was sobbing herself ragged. "Sometimes if you listen you can still here her." He whispered softly to his black sister. He looked around him and he could see the places where he and his siblings and raced around playing hide and go seek and tag. Where they had had fun. He could hear Laporta's laughter still in the air. Sweet innocent Laporta.

Mesa

The falcon glided low through the canopy, coming to rest on a spruce branch. However, this 'landing' business was still terribly difficult. Her talons clutched the branch, but with only one leg, she wasn't able to get a firm enough perchase on the perch. Her own momentum send her reeling forward, and before she knew it, she was tumbling forward off the branch. With a squawk, she did a flip through the air, crashing through a series of needled branches before she hit the ground; luckily landing in a patch of young ferns. Cursing quite loudly, the peregrine picked herself up and looked from Faute to Aaka. Well, she had done her job at least; Faute certainly did know how to get home.

Too embarassed to say anything to them, the falcon once again jumped into the air and soared quickly away.

Aminita

The hybrid had gotten news of the tragedy a bit too late. She had been out on a rendezvous with a dog... she had gotten caught up in love, and forgot about her duties as pupsitter.

Shameful, slinking, she entered the territory. She was so low to the ground that her tucked tail and stomach fur dragged on the vegetation. Ears pinned, she krept towards Aaka, "I'm so sorry... it's my fault. I should have been watching them... it was my job."

Sweetclover

The young wolf stood near her sister's body, staring bleakly at the lifeless form. She couldn't help the visions that swam in her head, of blood and death at the human's town. Her blood seem to both boil and freeze within her; she wanted revenge, and at the same time she was still stunned and overcome with what had gone on. She too could hear her sister's voice, happy and care-free. Oh, if only she were allowed to live... Sweetclover tried to image what sort of sister Laporta would have grown up to be. It brought tears to her eyes.