Pain. That was the only thing that seemed to surround her face after her incident with the rogue. The bitter taste of metal from the crimson liquid that ran down her face plagued her mind and physical emotions. It was almost like yesterday how she was free, romping around in the fields of her old home. Now, she hadn't an inclining of understanding of where she had located herself after trying to escape her captor. Her eye watered with tears, streaking the blood that stained her snowy pelt. All of this because she wanted to be free: to see the world and find some new adventures. Now, she was free, but had a new scar and a missing eye to show for her efforts. Altair was never really one for violence, wanting to solve issues with words. Now, she knew the harsh reality of other wolves; that no matter what your beliefs are others will not hinder them; but instead cause you immense pain and torture for uttering a single word that they were against. Though the she-wolf still had a lot to learn, the pain continued to grow more and more each time she thought about the attack.  The cold nipped at the exposed flesh and skin of the open wounds, causing her to wince; thus snapping her out of her thoughts. Her eye scanned the perimeter, almost stumbling in her efforts due to running for what felt like an eternity. The sky was beautiful, a dark coloration with hints of red; almost like a forest fire. Her white frame stood out among the sky, catching her breath despite the torture that plagued her body. What was she to do? The femme had no real friends, no help...nothing. The dame was in a world that seemed to think of her as such. Wanting her to die from where she stood, bleeding to death from the gaping wounds that resided upon her eye and muzzle. As her cranium hung low, crimson stained the alabaster snow as she lied down, letting the cold start to consume her, closing her eye as her body shook from the freezing temperatures. Despite Spring's arrival, it certainly didn't feel like it.

MADE BY VEL OF GS

Sumeria sure knew a thing or two about pain. She was wandering around trying to trace back her mysterious saviour from her encounter with a grizzly, some time ago and she was begining to get quite frustrated as she once again failed to track him down. Coming to a halt after hearing some strange noise, she hid in the hearest bush and came out only to see blood. Well, not exactly just blood but to her it seemed like there was so much of it she couldn’t distinguish the wolf under it.

The she-wolf approached cautiously and noticed the other one was apparently missing an eye. Oh how she wished she could be helpful in this situation, butr what could she do? It wasn’t like she could put that eye back up in it’s place…Her kind heart told her she should see if she could somehow be of any help, or at least keep the other company. She said softly: "Can I help...Somehow?" She lay down next to the other and waited patiently before she introduced herself: "I’m Sumeria..."

She didn’t really expect thje other to acknowledge her or rather she mostly expected to be pushed away or ignored, but what if this lead somewhere else? Sumeria felt she had to try at least… She even went as far as trying to bring a small fallen tree to have a makeshift sort of shelter.