Bloodly pawprints

Misery walked her last meal still stained her fur. The blood covered her muzzle, her paws, even her underbelly and streaking to her side. She had few wounds. The old loner barely fought back. His fear scent still laid tight on her. The smell of dead wolf seemed to sild off of her. The sun was setting bathng the world in a bloodly bath. Bloodly pawprints followed her. Her ice blue eyes seemed to stare coldly around her. Yett they were filled with worry. If her friend Blue saw her like this....What would she say. He would reject her, hate her like the others.

'You don't need those creatures....' The gods voice rang makeing pain slide tourgh her body. Was Sachiriku right? She fell beside the dunes. What was wrong with her. Why did she need blood like this. She looked all red from the blood and sunset. She felt no streagth in her body. What would he think if he saw her. What would her dead brother think? Misery tought softly. The truth hurt in a misreble way now didn't it. She felt blod soaking closer to her skin. She shivered in fear, and pleasure.

Soluia guided blue along the waterline, watching carefully as he pranced in the freezing water. The ocean hadn't frozen like the lake had, but it did get cold.
She looked away from the frolicking pup for a moment, and her eyes caught on a blood-stained Misery walking on the far side of the beach. She turned to Blue and quietly told him to stay by the water.
She padded calmly across the beach to Misery, looking at her with expectant eyes. "We need to clean you up." she said simply. A small whimper sounded from the water her and Blue came rocketing toward them.
"Misery! Are you okay?!" he sniffed her all over, relieved that the blood wasn't her own. He began to lick her fur clean, decided not to ask whose blood it really was. "You scared me..." he said.
Soluia scowled disapprovingly at Blue but let him continue. "Misery," she looked at the halfbreed. "I'm going to talk to Kestrel about all these little...adventures you go on. See if there's some way we can keep you from leaving the territory and going on these...rampages." Vixen had told her ((pretend she did)) about Shachiriku.

Misery doubted this. It had been awhile since she tasted blood. Nodding to Soulia, she looked at blue. "Don't worry blue...it would be hard to kill me. Nudgeing his cheeck softly. She had been stupied. Blue and her were close. He wouldn't hate her, would he. She didn't know. Misery was just happy that right now he didn't. He wasn't even bothering to ask who's blood it was. The pain of the God seemed far away right now.

Once they'd gotten most of the blood off, Soluia started to lead the young halfbreeds toward the valley, in the direction of the main camp. She said nothing.

Blue padded beside Misery, ((sorry, not trying to powerplay)) looking down at his paws. "...um, Misery, what happened?" he asked quietly, looking back up at her. "IF you don't wanna tell me, that's okay."

Misery watched her feet. Were those tears threating her eyes? Yes they were. Misery blinked. "I murdered...." Her voice was next to silent, but she knew he heard.