"Nelos, you did bad!" "Nelos, how could you?" "Leave Nelos, leave!" "For shame Nelos!"

Nelos didn't know what her parents would say if they found out what she'd done that day on the beach with Lestat. In fact, they probably didn't even know she'd been with Lestat. Either way, the female was not at ease. Not a single bit.

Truthfully, it had all been her idea in the firs place. She had started it. And it just seemed like the thing to do. Right thing. Right time. You know? Well she did. So why did she feel so crumy? All her life she'd loved Lestat. After some time she had learned the secrets of the origin of children---though she'd never tell Mommy that. Nope. No. Never. That would be awkward and she honestly didn't know if she'd be able to supply enough words for her mother to use.

It'd all be far too embarrasing a thing to bring up. Nelos just didn't do embarrasing.

But more than anything, Nelos found herself far lonelier than she had been. Now she had another reason to add to why and what she missed about Lestat.

In hopes of soothing her mind, the female had quietly left her packlands, leaving her mother with the excuse she was running erands for Auntie Ophelia. She needed Lestat. Needed his calm, needed his love, needed him.

As her head bobbed through bushes she couldn't help but realize she had no idea where Lestat was.

Oh God damn.

Crooshank, however, knew exactly where he was. The shady lynx let out a contented purr as his body stretched along a falled tree trunk. Claws flexing and eyes half shut. He paid little attention to the world around him. After all, it wasn't his job.

Rosto growled angrily off to the side. He'd about had it with taking orders from an earless brute. The only one he should have had to take orders from was himself, or Crookshank. All this nosing about made him almost miss that crazy b***h seer. What was her name? Reet. No. Keet. No. Started with an M. Marlene. Yah, that had to be it. Marlene, she may have been a cannibal, but that was a woman who could take charge. He didn't know what Crookshank had done with her, and frankly he wasn't about to ask. Whatever it was, he hadn't heard a peep out of her in a good while. So what Xipetotec had him searching for, he didn't know.

"Why don't we ditch this Hell-hole by now? Ain't like we'll miss nothin'." When Crookshank didn't respond, the purple omega looked back. Something had the lynx's full attention---and it wasn't Rosto.

"What in the Hell" And then he asw it. A running orange and brown figure. More than a figure. A girl. It was about time his day got interesting. Face cracking into a broad smile, the omega dashed towards his discovery, with Crookshank slipping in behind him.

Feet moving in the routine pattern, one after the other, Nelos kept up her run even after tiredness set in. Surely there was some sign of Lestat around here...somewhere? As her speed slowly dwindled down to a trot, the female glanced desperately around. It was only out of the corner of her eye that she saw a blot of purple. Purple, of course, did not fit.

Tensing up, the young adult whirled sharply to face two complete strangers, both of which were upon her before she had a chance to step back in surprise.

With a toothy grin, more on the menacing side, the omega looked up at the orange and brown female, his head low to the ground. Such a pretty little thing, and what were the odds? There was no one else around. Obviously. So what could she possibly be looking for?

Why, him of course.

And who wouldn't. Rosto felt he was a damn fine piece of meat.

"Well well, what do we have here? Come to see Rosto, looking for a good time?" He leered as the words left his mouth, Crookshank's gaze was steady, and never left the female's face.

Nelos was disgusted. Rosto, she figured, was this moron who dared to talk to her like that.
He was, easily, unworthy of her speech.

Tossing her tail in uninterest, the beta's body tensed but she began to walk away, head held high, and nose turned up.

Rosto was not one to be brushed off so lightly. Dancing around the side of her he darted quickly towards her face and snapped his jaws closed, a growl starting in his throat.

"This isn't a picnic sight, Love. There's a whole lot o' wolves as will do worse to you than me."

"Is that a threat?" Nelos blinked. She didn't like this wolf. He had too much nerve, and obviously had too little faith in the capabilities of others.

"No Love. It's a fact."

"Don't call me that. You. Flea bag."

Circling her, Rosto knew he could probably win in this. She was, after all, out numbered. A point for his side. And frankly, these weren't her packlands. Another point. Which left Rosto: two. Pretty wench: zero.

Nelos, though, was aware of these odds. Being utterly lost, didn't help her sense of security. Though she'd been sheltered for much of her life, this stranger's intentions were slowly beginning to dawn on her.

His advancing form helped speed those thoughts along.

With a terrified yelp the young female began to run once more, anywhere to get away from this male. From the sounds behind her she knew he'd given chase.

The lynx dawdled behind. He didn't want to ruin Rosto's fun, partly. But mainly he had a very good idea of how this would end. He was only waiting for the remaining member to show up. It all made sense really, if you thought about it. It was a shame Rosto never put much thought into things though.

The omega was nearly upon the female despite her constant and never ceasing yells of dismay and alarm. If he hadn't been so lonely these past few days he would have been greatly turned off by just how damn vocal she was turning out to be. "You weren't so talkative before."

He growled and sprang at her fleeing form.

As he did, he noticed something else leaping at him.
Larger, and much darker.

Swearing, he knew he'd gone too far and couldn't stop himself in time to avoid injury.

Lestat's eyes glinted with cruel intention as his body's weight flung the omega to the ground. Snarling fiercely he torn into the purple male's shoulder and didn't stop despite shockingly loud yelps of pain. Rosto didn't even try to defend himself.

It wasn't until Nelos shrieked his name that the larger male looked up, and his face began to soften. Leaving purple fur to become stained with red, Lestat bumped up against his mate. Burrying her head against his neck, Nelos seemed to be momentarily oblivious to the other male still on the ground.

As a whimper broke through their minds Lestat turned angrily once more to Rosto at his feet. Crookshank was beside him now.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" Lestat demanded. Not expecting either of them to answer.

Rosto made no move to talk, but continued to reach the spot on his shoulder where he could feel his skin burning with pain. Crookshank bowed his head.

"He suffers from idiotic impulse, wolf. He will not do it again. He has learned." Crookshank was emotionless, but even Rosto knew that this would lead to further punishment. He was furious with the world by this point, and simply lay there trying to make his pain the most obvious thing in the universe. It usually helped, he'd come to notice.

Lestat growled and considered things for a moment before shooting Rosto an unpleasant look that said they'd see a good deal more of each other from now on, and proceeded to usher Nelos away.

"Why have you come?" He whispered at last.
"How did you know where to find me?"

Nelos's nerves had begun to calm down the moment she'd seen Lestat. By now she was almost pleasantly jittery. "I missed you. I missed you terribly. And I'm not sure, because I didn't know how to find you."

The male grinned and began leading her to one of the packland's private places. He wanted to talk with her. But not be discovered.

She seemed fine with this, and became content by his side.