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Fantasy Finding Pack and Finding Home

Fesle has to take more precise steps to go along with Maxwell's, but at this point it didn't matter. His height is something she's already used to, even if the differences is obvious. In fact, everything about him seems to be a normal for her, like she wouldn't have him any other way. "Sounds like a song that you'd only give to someone important to you." pointing it out made her realize that that's what is happening. She's becoming important to him, but how could it be? Someone like her, who's never seen a werewolf in her life and basically lived her life as if she was a human. It's hard to imagine someone like her ever being important to an Alpha like Maxwell. On the other hand, it seems to be something that is out of both of their control. Previously, he said things that he "has to" and "needs to", Sarah says those things to Ghost too.

She wonders that if they had the same background that Fesle wouldn't be scratching the caverns of her heart and mind while dancing with Max. Listening to him singing does ease some of her thoughts, but not all of them for her to enjoy the moment like she wants to. All she can do is lean closer to him as he sings to her. Hairs raise up along her arms as goosebumps appear, her heart thumping and twisting in all sorts of directions. It's a beautiful moment, one that she feels was bound to happen, but the level of incompetency on her part makes her let go once the song is over. Trying to hide her insecurities through a smile, she looks back up at Maxwell. His voice had distracted her but now that there's silence it feels so loud again, her thoughts are always too loud at the most random times.

Ghost runs a bit away from them, knowing that game wouldn't be anywhere near them or their previous tracks. She knows that she could probably find a deer that went too close to the road, but what's the fun in that? There's still an itching feeling in her to tear into something, a habit really- thanks dad. She also took this time to make sure there's no scent of military men and their rotten smell of gas bombs. Once she did that, she actually focused on finding food for them. The familiar scent of lunch filled her nostrils as she followed the trail until it got stronger. Looking up from the ground, she sees a small heard of deer, from young to adults. Her eyes were less on easy game and more on the big buck in front of her.

Her ears twitch as they walk away from here, getting the gut feeling to reside more into the woods. Cautiously, Ghost shifts back into her human form and stays low to the ground. Her human form is less obvious than her white fur and she pulls out her family's knife before continuing closer to them. Staying crouched, she watches for twigs and debris to not give away her presence. She knows that she can't keep up this stealth forever and correction comes into play when the wind picks up. The wind gives away her scent as the buck looks directly at her, but it's too late. The same time the wind whistled through the leaves, the same gust carried the knife through the air. The buck let out a low grunt as the knife went into the Alpha's favorite parts, a crucial area.

They start to scatter as the buck runs ahead, blood trailing behind him as adrenaline picks up. Her aim was on purpose, not wanting to kill it immediately. She shifts back into wolf form as she runs after it. The chase lasts only for a minute or two before the wound starts affecting the rest of his body. He starts to limp and his legs shake at blood loss, looking back to see if the wolf was still following him. The sight was the last thing it saw as Ghost enclosed her jaws around his neck. It was easier to tackle him onto the ground with the lack of strength he had left. The last bit of struggle ends as Ghost simply strangles his blood-squirting neck. Once he doesn't move, Ghost shifts back into her form and stares down at her prize. A prize that she did all by herself and a rule in her family is that whoever mainly took down a buck this size got dibs on wherever they desired.

With that in mind, Ghost carries the buck back to the pack in her wolf form. The chase didn't steal much of her energy as the knife did the job. Once she's made it to them, she puts the deer down and shifts back. Not waiting on anyone, she grabs onto the knife that she left in its side and starts carving meat, specifically the meat that's for the Alphas. Blood seeps under her fingernails when she pulls out the specific area full of nutrients. Without thinking, she goes over to Sarah and puts it down beside her. Ghost doesn't say anything as she looks down at Sarah, sliding her tongue across her blood index finger. She breaks the silence once they break eye contact and starts carving out meat for herself.
 
Max smiles down at Felse as she looks up at him as the song comes to an end and he wishes he knew how it actually sounded, but he'd memorized every word from his youth, before he shot up like a weed and suddenly those moments weren't something he wanted to watch anymore. They hadn't ever seemed like something he had ever wanted to do, until her. She was quickly becoming to him everything he ever thought that he never wanted, and she had come by surprise into their pack but fit right in. He'd literally leapt off the cliff after her scent, because he was so drawn to it. He cleared his throat into the silence around them, gazing into those warm earthen eyes as he moved his other arm around her waist to keep her closest to him as he went back to what she had said part way through the song "Is it a song meant for someone special? Because if so, I think maybe it was meant for you then." he tells her, smiling that smile that was quickly becoming reserved just for her. "You're meant to be the Queen to my King, remember?" he added softly, leaning down to touch his head to her, their noses touching. His large frame hiding the moment from his siblings.

But something that his frame didn't block out, was the scent of fresh blood that was coming to them as it was surrounded by that scent that could only be Ghost's. He stole a quick peck off of her lips before he slowly pulled away from her to turn his head and look for the source. He had kept his arms firmly around Felse as the deer came into view and he watched with steely eyes. A low rumbling growl started in his chest that was growing louder as he watched, but it died as soon as he saw that she was taking care of his sister. He snorted in annoyance because he wasn't consulted first, but before he could do anything, before he could say anything, he turned his head back to the woman he had his arms around. Max was giving her a look, asking her what to do silently with a look because he wanted to know from her what to do. He felt like he was meant to look to her to make sure that he was doing the right thing for their pack. Whatever was going on in their pack, he was becoming aware of what had probably started as a joke was true. He wasn't the only Alpha anymore, or wasn't going to be the only one for long.

Sarah had been watching the trees, turning her head and her eyes as if she was tracking movement. She had been tracking Ghost and she was pleased to know that when the scent of fresh caught deer hit her nose with that sweet scent she was easily drawn too. Moving her weight, she had quickly pulled her jeans back up, having been redressing the claw scratches on the back of her thigh, and she watched every move that the other woman made. Her excitement was practically palpable because she had known where Ghost was and she had brought her more than just some small hare, she had brought in a huge deer. A deer she had only ever seen and taken down with her brothers all together, the three of them. But Ghost had managed to do it alone, she had done something that Sarah didn't even known what was possible. And she grew absolutely giddy, unable to stop grinning when she was brought one of the best part. "Thank you." she said as she took it, a pleased shudder going through her as she watched her like her finger. Not hesitating, she ignored that rumbling growl she knew as her younger brothers and sunk her teeth into the nutrient rich tender bit of meat.

There was no way to eat without getting messy, but Sarah was very clearly content and pleased. Her lower face was absolutely covered, from the tip of her nose, across her cheeks and all over her chin, like a macabre beard that only a female wolf eating in human form could have. She barely breathed between bites, practically inhaling the delicate and tasty morsel in her hands. She wanted it all gone before her brother could even attempt to take it away from her. Sarah knew she needed it more, because she was exhausted from the day of travel, she was worn from the emotional turmoil of the argument in the city and she was spent from how her body was finally starting to heal. She would need more rest, she would need more nutrients and she was definately going to have to take more of the medicines that she had only just gotten to make the night before. "Can I have more?" Sarah asked of Ghost before she was done what was already in her hands. She didn't even bother looking to Max, Felse or Lucas, her only focus was on the one who was caring for her. Sarah's entire focus was on Ghost. She only saw her.

Lucas sat up quickly at the scent of fresh deer, practically scrambling up to his feet as he watched Ghost arrive with one of the largest deer's he had seen in years. But he was uncertain about going right up to it to eat. He hesitated and sat himself back down on a log very heavily. He could only watch in some amusement as their Alpha was ignored and he didn't get that first bite, he didn't even get to more or take a step before their sister had something in her hands and was consuming it very happily. So, while she inhaled in, he licked his lips and said "Let me know when I can have some." Lucas did nothing to hide from her that he was impressed by what she had brother back to the pack.
 
Throughout Fesle's life, she's been used to the song and dance that her mind made her do. A symphony of fear and wonder mixed into a contemporary dance that's filled with forgotten steps and armature lessons. The fear of never knowing what she is and who she's supposed to be, somehow not fulfilling whatever idea her past parents had for her- as well as others. Wonder of what it would be like to fit in and to have a sense of peace that no matter what happens, she's who she's supposed to be. This dance has probably made her avoid so many opportunities in her life to learn of her own self. Even in this moment, when the song and dance ended- one that's opposite of her own- she still backed away. Just like previously back at the hotel, she had to walk away from them. Maybe her "had to" is just a habit, a habit to keep hiding and to show people a side of her that's not so positive.

Never so suddenly did she expect this dance of hers to be stopped by a man like Maxwell. That no matter how hard to tries to pull away, it's almost useless. He continues to stay for her, chooses her, not as if she's the only werewolf that's his option; she's caught his attention wholeheartedly. Everything about her that she thought would be her downfall, he picked her back up without hesitation. And as he stood there, telling her things about being his someone and even a Queen to him, he didn't know it but he was clearing her doubts in that moment. Her breath ceases to hitch and muscles relax as she takes the chance to just stare into his eyes; the heat from their exhales mix into one another. Both of her hands rest on his arms as they stand there in silence until one of her hands slowly glides up his arm, onto his shoulder before skipping to his face.

Somewhat rough fingertips lightly touch a jawline that would be evident if not for his beard. At first she's anxious to be even doing this, but it's the look in his eyes that makes her brows knit together in a sort of need. She doesn't just want this anymore, she needs this. Those fingertips become more assured as she rests her palm on his cheek, having her thumb caress the apple below his eyes. "Max..." she breathes out, unable to speak, she hopes that she's able to communicate to him that she might be ready to steal that kiss. The way that their hearts beat against each other just seems such a waste to ignore these instincts between them. Sadly though, the moment was cut short as Fesle's once in a full moon sort of courage was ceased by Ghost's crimson arrival. A quick peck from Maxwell is enough to give her a pout of defeat.

She turns toward the scene and her brows rise at the size of the buck. Ghost is definitely one of muscles and fighting that's for sure...If the two could ever get along, maybe Ghost could teach her things that she never got to learn. Which reminds of the fight training they'll have once Fesle's wound is healed. A shudder goes up her spine and hopes that she doesn't get another wound. Fesle feels eyes on her and looks up to see that Maxwell is indeed looking at her in a way that speaks of hesitance- or rather permission. He's wanting my opinion again? From simply following direction to him now asking her several times what they should do, it's a bit unnerving that the Queen concept is getting literal.

"I'm glad she's taking care of Sarah but I think you should get pick of where to eat now that the wounded are taken care of." Fesle suggests, though hoping it doesn't tell him to snap at Ghost. They can't afford having another wounded person and Fesle knows she'll dive in to the fight with no second thoughts. As if knowing they're talking about her, Ghost looks up from her position between Sarah and the buck. The knife drips in that fresh blood of the carcass. As she stares at them, she knows that they respond to traditional pack rules verses her family's. With that, she looks back at Sarah's request for seconds with a shrug. "If the two will stop making out in the forest so the rest of us could eat, sure." Looking over at the Alphas, she grimaces at them, "Look at you two dressing in your Sunday's worst. Enjoying yourselves despite the situations you got us into?"

Ghost walks away from the buck so they can get to eating, the sooner they do the quicker she can silence the growling of her stomach. Whatever the military forced her to eat made her full for a long time, but now that it's digested, it feels as if she hasn't had anything good in months. The buck seems like an appetite from how hungry she is. She did, however, glance at Lucas after she was sarcastic to the Alphas. The way he's acting is matching hers whenever she reacts to their romance, anger and jealousy.
 
Max nods as Felse tells him that Sarah is being taken care of, the tension in his shoulders seeming to release as he listens to her. He listens to her the way his mother listened to his father when it came time to make big decisions. They've lived as wolf for so long, its interesting to him to hold the human form as long as they have. But it leaves him feeling as though he's developed a deeper connection to her, to Felse and the way she had grown up. It's not terrible, just harder to travel as they go along. Still, she's right as she tells him that his sister needs those parts more than he does, and he knows that he needs to change the way that they eat as they take into consideration the rest of the pack. Still, that's not something so easily done. "We get our pick." he decides to correct softly, rubbing his hand up and down her back for a moment. "I'll bring you something." he promised, offering her his arm to walk her back to where the rest of their back was. He knew that she couldn't shift, so he would cut something out for her, that tender bit by the shoulders she enjoyed so much.

Maxwell was doing it again, choosing to ignore the words that had bite that came from Ghost as he gave Felse the shirt he had been wearing to sit on so she didn't ruin her dress. She looked so beautiful in it that he hoped she would wear it as they took the bus to wherever it was they could get. He retrieved the large buck knife from where it had been stashed after Ghost used it last and traded her knife for it as he cut a nice large piece from Felse and gave her his sweater to wear as she ate, just so she didn't risk getting dirty. With her taken care of, with that large piece of meat, he went and cut something out for himself, a smaller share than he was used to actually eating as he had to remind himself his pack was two wolves larger than it used to be. He'd not taken the other parts he usually took for himself, the best parts in his opinion because he had gotten so used to eating them. He was leaving them for his sister, he had to leave them for Sarah. Sitting down to eat, he gave the knife to Lucas.

Lucas was quick to grab the buck knife and rush to crave himself out a piece of the deer, but he had looked at Ghost and Sarah as he did so. He took enough to keep him full, no more and then moved away to sit back down and dig into it. He wasn't at all careful and much like his sister was a mess of it as he ate contentedly.

Sarah had pouted when Ghost didn't just give her more, but she focused on what she had, still eating vigorously as if it was going to be taken from her even though she had seen and heard that she was going to get to keep it. Her bright blue eyes tracked every move that her brothers made, watching them as she waited to have more of her share of the deer. She tilted her head a bit when she noticed that both weren't near as greedy as they usually were, but she couldn't that she was glad for it as a happy little wiggle practically rolled through her whole body. If she had, had her tail she would have been wagging it but in leu of her tail, it was her body that moved so that you could so easily see how happy she was. She looked positively gruesome as she turned a bright smile full of white teeth towards Ghost. "Can you bring me something else please?" she asked of her, still having little energy to get up and do it herself. Though she probably could, she was already ready to have yet another nap. She remained clueless to the fact they would be trying a different mode of travel that night.
 
"You know that I'm fine with whatever." Fesle can't help but to let him know that this isn't an annoyance for her. Back when it was just her, she'd eat whatever part of a deer that she had time for. A lot of times, it would be faster to eat the stomach area since there's less bones to eat around. Sometimes the meat would be okay and other times the deer was obviously used to eating human regards. Either way, Fesle grew up around people that wouldn't complain despite their tough situations. There were even times Fesle didn't eat much of anything under the days with her human parents. The stock market in that area was ignored and it's a normal occasion to struggle. As she's led back to the pack, she has to gulp when Maxwell takes off his shirt.

"You, you don't have to that." Fesle tries but to no avail as he already has it waiting for her to sit down on. For a moment she almost forgets what it's like to sit down in a dress, the remarks of her childhood past on sitting better fill her mind. With that, she grabs the front of her dress and covers her legs as they crisscross on the ground. She was going to retort that she can get her own meat but knows that this is becoming a natural thing between them, the automatic care they have for each other. Fesle already can't wait to fully heal so that she can go back to taking care of him. Putting on the sweater, she looks down at the meat that Maxwell knew to be her favorite and can't help but smile. Already, she can't wait to be shift into a wolf again so that she doesn't have to worry of clothing.

This would be easier and less messy to eat if she had a knife to cut them into section. She's used to being careful when eating but has to be even more careful not to get this dress dirty. After all the struggle Max went into getting it too, they have less dollars because of it, so she intends to keep it in the best shape that she can. Watching Lucas using the knife, she doesn't want to bother him about getting it since he'll probably share it between him and Maxwell. Her eyes then go towards Ghost, who's listening to Sarah as she asks for seconds. Fesle can barely remember the last time Sarah ate, probably the game back near the river was the last big meal she's had. Eyes go down towards the bloody knife and she knows that Ghost can just turn and get the meat herself.

"Hey Ghost," Fesle calls out, "can I borrow your knife?" her voice doesn't quiver and she tries to be polite towards the new pack member. When Ghost looks at her, she can't help but to fold her hands in attempting to not sound demanding, but no matter what Fesle does; Ghost's unpleasant resting face stays. Without saying a word, Ghost walks up to Fesle and crouches in front of her before stabbing the meat Maxwell gave her. With such on-purpose force, the blood from the meat splatters onto Maxwell's sweater and some on Fesle's boots. "At your service, your Highness." Ghost mumbles, leaving Fesle to sigh between their tension.

"I'm not your servant." Ghost says towards Sarah in defiance but still shifts into her wolf form as she makes her way toward the carcass. Without her knife, she'll simply have to use her bite force to dig for the deep parts, the nutrients that are far away from the surface. Her muzzle is deep into the hole that she created with the knife and with great tugging force she rips out an area of the lung. The blood creates a sort of mask of crimson and she brings it over to Sarah. Lowering her head, she places the meat beside her before going back to finally get her some food. The fact that she's the last one to eat despite being the only one to take it down annoys her, her tail up in a diagonal line expresses the temper she's growing on something she thought was hers. It would be easy to take the Alpha's favorite, but her gut turns her against the idea of taking what's Sarah. With a growl, she goes for the spot that Maxwell carved for Fesle, the area near the lungs.
 
Max watches Felse and his pack as she asks for a knife before he lets out a soft sigh "I got it." he tells her, reaching out his hand to gently take the knife from her. With a precise throw, he tossed it towards the deer where it sunk deep into the neck. He got lucky, he'd meant to sink it into the dirt instead. "Sorry." he said, because Ghost was right there digging into the deer to get something more than likely for his sister. Standing and putting his bit aside, he took the knife from where his brother had put it to use and slice up her meat for her. He cut it into more manageable strips for her, focused on making sure that she wasn't going to have any issues at all as she ate. He could eat later, if it was still there. His attention and his focus was on helping and providing for his pack and for Felse. Anything else that had to do with him, could wait. Including eating.

Lucas let out a low grumble and as he watched and then moved to seat himself between Max and the deer. He sat himself tall and kept his calm as he waited, determined to be a possible deterrent from a pack fight that could break out because of what was happening. Lucas really didn't want to draw attention to where they were more than they had too because they weren't gone or safe yet.

"I know, but I can't shift safely right now." Sarah said, patiently watching and waiting as Ghost went back towards the deer. She was practically wiggling with excitement and happiness as she was brought something else to eat. "Thank you." she said, more than happy to dig right back in, still not being careful of the blood. She was going to have to wash up before they started to travel again. She started to eat it too fast, coughing slightly and choking to the point that she had to stop. "Ow." she said, her blood covered hand going to hold where she was hurt. Her cracked rib made it very hard to breathe and closed her eyes as she took in very shallow breathes with her second portion laying forgotten in her hand. When she could breathe again, she could only offer a small smile to show that she was alright; a smile her brothers didn't buy judging from the tension in their jaws. Sarah was then reaching out to tip over the rucksack and get the small pouch of medicines out. The glass viles rattled as she grabbed the little bag they were in, dropping it into her own lap to get the ones she needed out. She didn't even want to take them, but she knew that she was being watched, so she would take them, for Ghost's and the packs benefit more than her own.
 
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Ghost was almost done taking out the meat when her own knife thrusted into the deer's neck. It didn't hit her- if that was his intention he had terrible aim- but the blood splatting on her white fur and into one of her eyes causes her to freeze. Her breathing stops as her fur raises on her backside and shifting back into human form didn't hide the face where the blood was. It's not like the blood splatter was obvious due to her mouth and chin drowning in blood. However, the fact that her right eye now has a redish vision and Maxwell's half apology came after it is the last straw for Ghost. She honestly can't stand him or Fesle to save her life.

Taking a deep breath, she puts on a smile towards Maxwell, standing up as he gets the meat for Fesle. That's exactly where he should be, beneath her, no fit to even speak to her at eye level. She gives the meat to Sarah before actually acknowledging him. "Don't be sorry," Ghost starts, sounding suspiciously friendly, "it's not your fault that your parents-" she was about to go for the deepest wound he had, something that would have hurt more than physical could. But supposedly the moon goddess had other plans and caused Ghost to flick her head toward Sarah once she started aggressively coughing.

Casting Maxwell one last glare, she hurries to Sarah's side and places that same gentle hand behind her back. "Stop breathing so hard, relax, you're only making it worse." Ghost's tone softens in a snap of a fingers, completely different from her talk toward the rest of the pack. Sarah is her weak spot and is the only one she cares about, to hell with the rest of them. Her silver orbs watch her in helplessness as she reaches up to the area that she worsened. Fists tighten in guilt at something that can't heal easily overnight, but will need lots of rest and taken care for. She's incredibly lucky that she's the only one in Ghost's eyes deemed worthy enough of such attention. She helps her get the viles out of the back, well, not much help since she doesn't know much about them. But enough to keep Sarah from not taking it, "Just drink it already." Thinking that she doesn't have the strength to open them, Ghost starts opening them for her and even goes as far as to holding it to Sarah's lips. It's surprising to even herself how extra-mile she's being toward her.

Fesle watched the interaction closely once she saw Ghost's fur rise up, the fact that Maxwell still walked up to the carcass anyway is bravery that she can't have. Watching with tight hands on her sweater, she's prepared to make a move if one of them snaps, not wanting either to get hurt. But especially not Maxwell to regret his decision, if he were to hurt Ghost then Sarah would jump in, and no doubt Lucas would jump in after them. A whole family fighting against each other. It's when Ghost was about to mention Maxwell's parents did Fesle jump up, ignoring the shooting pain that went from her neck to her arm. She practically trips on Maxwell by how fast she was trying to reel him in, watching Ghost attend Sarah with careful eyes.

She didn't know what to say to prevent Maxwell from mauling Ghost, just knows that she won't let go of the back of his shirt. Her forehead rests between his shoulder blades as she tries to focus more on Maxwell's scent than her throbbing wound. "Please don't Max....Lucas." her voice of reason is short as she can only stare at the brothers with a sort of plea. Fesle was pissed off when Ghost insulted her background, but she's also a weak link of the pack right now; the only thing Fesle has against Ghost are fancy words . Lucas and Maxwell are beyond her when it comes to fighting and strength. Preventing a fight from happening is the absolute necessity for Fesle right now, even if it has to cost her peace of mind, food, and rest.
 
Max's shoulders are tense but he can feel Felse at his back, feel her hot breath through his shirt and his resolve to fight back dissipates as she begs him not to fight. He grumbles and rolls one shoulder to let her know hes going to turn around, and he wraps his arms firmly around Felse, pressing a kiss into her hair. "I won't... Unless I have too, I promise." He tells her, rubbing her back before helping her sit back down. "When we're done eating, we're going to town and catching the next bus we can afford. No more waiting for nightfall." Max says outloud, making sure that their pack can hear him so they know the plan. "Its time to start finding a den and home." He declared, because he knew where Ghost had been going with her words and they broke that final thread inside of him. He didn't care to search for his parents, he did it for his siblings. And he was done now. They were pack and they needed to be taken care of.

Lucas grumbled but sat back down after his brother went back to slicing up the meat for Felse. He let's out a huff but stays on guard as he goes back to eating his own bit of meat. He had been told no fighting, but he quickly forgets about food as his younger brother, his Alpha, says they won't be searching for their parents anymore. They'll be find a den, a place to call home instead. His jaw drops and he stares in shock.

Sarah blinks in surprise as Ghost is at her side suddenly, helping her and even going so far to hold the vile up her lips. "I'm fine." She said, but she didn't fight her, didn't protest as she drank what was given to her. Quietly showing her which vile was next, before leaning into her the brief touches that she was getting. "Thank you... Stay beside me? Pull the deer closer." She spoke softly, her hand hovering in the air as she hesitated in grabbing at her arm. Sarah was trying hard to respect what Ghost wanted, that she didn't want to be touched without asking. "I'll be more careful." She added, like that was going to win her over. But as she took another bite of what was left in her hand, she choked again as Max said they weren't searching anymore. Her mind raced but she was holding her ribs again, tears in her eyes as she coughed. It took longer for her to be able to breathe, and she lost her appetite as she shook her head and leaned into Ghost. Sarah lost the will and energy to eat, she was just seeking comfort in the other woman and her scent. Everything hurt and she was exhausted.
 
Fesle holds onto Maxwell as he shifts towards her, this time careful about how she moves her arm so her wound can relax again. Resting in his arms and his promise makes her release a deep breath that she was holding in; closing her eyes to relax again. She nods to him wanting to get out of there, maybe the farther they get away from the military base the better Ghost's attitude will be. On the other words, Fesle's eyes snap open as she looks up at Maxwell. Those words, that mission, has never left his lips before, it's always been searching for their parents. For him to say it so bluntly means...

"Maxwell, but what about..." Fesle hesitates to speak about the subject she had tried to get Maxwell not to maul Ghost over. "How are we going to do that? There's not a part of nature that the humans haven't touched, the map states several hiking trails for thousands of miles." It's not like she doubts his capability to achieve this goal, but rather Fesle doesn't know where they would start. If there's a forest area the humans haven't walked across, they will in the future. Whether it be hunters, helicopters, hikers, reckless teenagers- it seems that this world is inhabited by humans. When there's humans there's possibility of hunters too.

Fesle watches the other siblings react to Maxwell's declaration and can't help but for her hearts to hurt for them. Whatever hope Fesle had to find her parents was crushed long ago, nothing had proven for them to be alive no matter what area she crossed. The siblings, however, they held onto a hope for eight years in hopes to find parents that suddenly disappeared. Eight years isn't something that's easy to wipe away the probable pain and fighting they had to have went through.

As Ghost helps Sarah drink the bottles, a touch of her thumb crosses here and there but nothing to get Ghost in a twist. It's when Sarah reaches out for her, begging to stay by her side and feed her, that makes Ghost's cheeks rise in temperature. "Why...I....but..." Ghost tries to make up an excuse as she leans away from Sarah's hand, but remains flustered. Even her reasoning to be more cautious of her wounds tempts Ghost to just drag the buck to her instantly. The power this woman has over her is dangerous and something Ghost should have never underestimated. Her legs started to raise her body when Sarah starts coughing again. "Dammit Sarah." Ghost hisses as she goes back to her previous position, hating that she can't do anything and has to watch her in pain.

"Hey, chill out already." Ghost commands, trying to wipe away the tears before they had a chance to fall. In the moment, she just wants to protect Sarah, but she can't protect her from something she caused. An internal pain like this has consequences on the body as Sarah easily folds into Ghost's neck. Brows furrow as she's ready to throw Sarah off, but she can't, that smell is right under her nose again and she can't help but to sigh in defeat. Slowly, she places her hands on her, one on Sarah's arm while the other behind her back. Attempts to hide her goosebumps are useless as Sarah breathes on her skin. I should have gotten a bigger sweater...

This whole time, Ghost is unable to see why they're so butt hurt over their change of course. Of course they should give up on finding their parents, they've been gone for eight years! They're probably decaying at the bottom of some cliff or something. That's what she wanted to say, but her mouth stays glued shut from ever speaking it, only for Sarah's sake. Seeing Sarah tremble to even sit up and her eyes barely having the strength to stay up, Ghost looks back at Maxwell. "What bus?" she asks, unaware of the plan since she was asleep. Riding a bus brings a sort of twist to her nose at the idea of being surrounded by humans on a hunk of metal.
 
Max sets Felse's nicely cut up food in her hands as he's cutting it for her, looking up at her as he debates on what to say. But he can always talk with her later, instead his head turns to look at the newest member of their pack "It's safer for Sarah. We can get further, faster before the military finds us, and we can settle into an abandoned house to hide while everyone who needs it, heals." He said, putting a finality and firm tone into his voice. He was making sure she knew and understood that he was Alpha and he wanted this for their safety. "As for the last thing... We can talk about it another time." He said, giving Lucas a look to keep him silent.

Lucas growled and grumbled about not getting to talk. He reluctantly went back to eating his portion of the deer, still keeping himself positioned between the couple's.

Sarah sniffled, just breathing Ghost in as she closed her eyes. "He only searches because of me... I had to be pulled away... I just wanted them back." She whispers, having tilted her head back to say it against her neck, close to her ear. "Don't lay into him. It's on me." She says, reluctantly pulling back despite her exhaustion. She wiped at the few tears that escaped, forgetting about the blood on her hands that only served to smear it all over her face. She felt so drained, and she still didn't want to eat, but she took a reluctant bite of the food she had begged for. Her stomach was still demanding more, even if she hadn't wanted it. She didn't end up coughing again, eating with caution and eating whatever was given too her until she actually couldn't eat anymore and was practically asleep sitting up.

Max had eaten his part of the deer he took and had done his best to clean up with the small canteen of water and little towel he produced from the duffle bag before busying himself with the hide he had been sewing before, a rough shape of a sock or shoe that looked to be too small for him. He was still thinking of his sister and her shoes that she loved but he hated. He wasn't going to let her feet get cold. As he was sewing, he didn't pay attention to the pack, he felt confident Felse would tell him when its time to leave for the town.
 
Fesle watches Maxwell continue to cut up meat for her despite the situation at hand, about how they're going to stop looking for their parents. As the meat is placed in her hands, she can't help but to think if she's had a role in him changing his mind on their endeavor. Before they met Fesle, it was just the three of them, the routine of having each other and bonding over a common goal; to find their parents. All of that has changed since Fesle has joined them and even though she was gladly going to help them, Ghost is making it almost impossible to go back towards that. Fesle didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't see how they would keep the peace if Ghost was mindlessly following them over parents she didn't even know.

Reluctantly, Fesle beings to eat the meat, not wanting Maxwell's specific drive to go unnoticed. "Okay, but promise me we'll talk about this later." she says quietly, a voice that also shows a level of exhaustion from the situations at hand rather than her own energy. The motivation to eat isn't as strong as before, but knowing the plans ahead of them makes it difficult to listen to her stomach. We should leave around evening time, it's too risky to leave now because the busses will be busy. Seeing that Maxwell wants to be alone in his sewing, and most likely having a lot on his mind, Fesle chooses to stay silent. Using whatever time she's been given, she tries to think of a few plans in case things go backfire on them. Leaving at night is the best option but the way the pack is so tense she knows it can't happen. Only being as far away as humans as possible is what will help the pack ease up.

Ghost met Maxwell's gaze with just as hard as a stare, not backing down from his command and ready to lit into him once again if need be. The fact that he thinks he can order her around is Ludacris, either this wolf thinks he can just order anyone around or he assumes too quickly. Instead, Ghost decides to focus more on Sarah than the hunger-power Alpha, in her mind that's at least what he is. An Alpha craving a high position along with his mate who barely knows anything useful. Turning to Sarah and listening to her please, she rolls her eyes, "Like I'd respond to some dog that has his panties in a twist." She sounds to be insulting, but rather she's trying to get Sarah to stop focusing on the negative and maybe scold her or something. Anything to try to make her not blame herself for something she had nothing to do with. "Focus on your own problems first." is all she can say that sounds an ounce comforting.

After Sarah's body goes limp, Ghost carefully lays her back down on the ground, making sure she's not laying on blood. Once she's asleep, Ghost can finally go and eat some of the leftover buck. Having her attention on Sarah for so long made her forget how hungry she was and starts digging back into the spot she was in previously. Time goes by as they eat and rest. After having her fill, Ghost goes and bathes again in the river. If she's going to be stuck around humans she at least doesn't need to have dried blood on her face. She even brings back a wet cloth and starts wiping Sarah's face of smeared blood, mumbling how much of a pig she is while being gentle. Fesle finishes her meal and watches over the pack, knowing that they'll be no rest for her until she gets on the bus. The option to take a nap is out the window as she decides to be on guard for any more arguments or discomfort.
 
Max sews until it starts to get harder to see what he's doing because of a lack of light. He's finished one and had just started on another, so he was only partially done as he looked up and realized that they were all sitting around. He doesn't say a word as he packs up the duffle and tosses it to Lucas to carry before he's putting Felse's bag on his back as he stands up. "We need to get out of here. Before their search comes this way and finds us." he says, holding out his hand to her one who holds more than just his attention these days. His focus and more always seems to be about her that he nearly forgets about his pack, almost forgets about his siblings. Almost. Letting out a sigh, Max keeps Felse close to him as he just starts towards the town because he knows that the others will have no choice but to follow. He's the Alpha, even if one of them likes it or not and he's doing this to protect the one they both care about. His sister.

Lucas barely manages to catch the duffle when its tossed at him, and he grumbles in annoyance but knows that he's the only one who can carry it right now as he puts the strap over his head. He picks up the knife that he had been sharpening and hurries to follow after his brother to follow after what was starting to feel like two Alpha's. His brother kept looking to her when he was making a decision. He's been watching, and he resents that he doesn't have someone to look too, to focus on like the rest. But he hides it well and keeps his calm as he keeps only a few steps behind him towards the town. He glances back over his shoulder to make sure the other is coming with, his sister still asleep like a rock.

Sarah had only mumbled, crinkling her nose and pulling away from the wetness on her face when Ghost cleans her up. But she doesn't wake, her body is working hard to help heal her wounds, aided by their medicines. She's not awake and pushing her body to keep up with her pack, so her body is taking the time to heal that it actually needs. When she had been laid down, she fell asleep with an ease because the others scent was so strong around her. Even when her brothers got up to finally leave and move, she didn't stir and instead was dead to the world.
 
"Alright, shouldn't be too hard to find a bus station." Fesle nods, waiting to pull out the map until it's on Maxwell's shoulders. Unfolding the giant map as they walk, she makes sure there's even a bus that drives through this town. "There's only one station, so we need to make sure we buy our tickets quickly before it gets here." Because there's only one station in such a small town, the bus might not even stop if there's no one appear to be waiting for it. Fesle looks up at Maxwell, trying to have an arm locked around him while folding the map back up. "Should we run ahead to get the tickets or stick together?"

Ghost was ruffling her hair after it not being damp anymore from the river. She had been cleaning her knife of deer blood but stuck close to Sarah. So close that as she sat beside her, her thigh touched Sarah's head. With her cold atmosphere and a weapon in her hand, it's obvious that she didn't want to be bothered with. Reading the Italian words engraved into the blade, she didn't notice the time passing by when she dipped into her memories. It's only when Maxwell speaks up does she snap out of one memory in particular that brought an unconscious scowl to her face. The world around isn't as bright as before and the sky starts glowing in warm tones of ambers. Crows give away their hiding spots as they fly away when the pack starts moving, showing off as shadows in the sky.

She starts to get up and notices that Sarah barely squirms around like she had done before. Sarah's finally in a deep sleep that will be hard to wake up from, her body desperately needing it. With a huff, Ghost bends down and braces to pick her up. Carrying her in bridal style once again, this time having Sarah's face resting near her neck. If her scent is so fricken good for her, hopefully she'll just stay asleep when they get into the city. Her muscles tone up at the familiar weight as she walks behind them, looking around them to make sure no one is following them once again.
 
Max walked with careful steps as he and Felse led the way back to the town, making sure that she didn't trip or fall. "We'll make it. I'm sure of it." he tells her, giving her an encouraging smile. But he's also uncertain as well and wonders if they should rush a head of everyone else. Looking over his shoulder he knows that they don't need to hurry on because the pack is with them and they can all buy the tickets and get on together. "Do we have enough for all of us?" he decides to ask, turning his attention back towards the woman at his side. As they approached the town he was wondering if the coffee place was still open and if they would have enough to even get another cup, she had turned him onto the interesting flavours of the drink.

Lucas was following dutifully behind Max and Felse, glancing over his shoulder periodically to make sure that Ghost didn't need his help with their bag or carrying his sister. Every time he looked back, he started to slow down just slightly as he was going to ask if she needed help, but still he didn't say a word.

Sarah mumbled and hummed as Ghost picked her up to carry her, being so close to the source of the scent she turned her head to nuzzle into it. Breathing deep right against her neck as she tried to get closer. Her squirming could have caused her to be dropped, but when she got cozy one hand half clutching at the sweater that Ghost was wearing, nose firmly pressed into skin, she settled down and continued to sleep. Still getting that rest she needed, she wouldn't wake until they were well on their way on the bus.

Max slowed down with Felse to make sure that Lucas, Ghost and Sarah were with them as the drew even close to the town, but he was still letting her lead the way as she read the paper map to lead them to wherever it was that the could buy tickets to get onto a bus. He was trying to make sure that he kept their pack all together, though now that he was thinking about safety, he wondered if maybe it was well past time to change the bandages on Felse's neck. "Hey, when we get on the bus, you should let me take a look at... That." he said, making a gesture towards his own neck where she was injured on hers. They would need to steal the first aid kit back from Sarah to do so, but they could worry about that when they were on the move.
 
She knows that there's always another bus, but if they miss an upcoming one it might take longer for one to come. Not like it'll be the end if they have to wait, but like Maxwell said, with them being close to Queens; the military could show up at any moment. Only two of them can properly defend a whole pack- a statistic Fesle doesn't feel comfortable depending on. "Don't worry about the amount I have, like I said beforehand, it'll take a disastrous emergency to take a chunk out of it." she squeezes his arm to assure him. There's not that confident smile and giddy attitude like before because she knows that she needs to focus on the task at hand. She'll feel better once they're all on the bus.

Seeing the same car repair shop and the odor it brings makes Fesle grow a small smile. After all, humans have been a lighthouse in her days of darkness, cities don't really give her worry no matter how big one can be. Seeing as how Maxwell lets her walk a step ahead of her gives her the affirmation that this isn't a plan she crafted herself, but one her and Max made together; and they're supporting each other through it. If things go South, she knows that she can't depend on herself to get out of it, seeing as this wound hinders some of her movements. So, it'll be up to Maxwell and Ghost to shift if needed....hopefully Max can handle it.

Fesle tilts her head at Maxwell and looks down at her shoulder when he mentions the wound. "Why? It doesn't feel like it's bleeding." Having excess supplies in first aid has never been something she's had. Usually she'll keep a bandage on as long as she can and then let's it heal out in the open. A few scars have come from that but at least she hasn't lost a limb yet; then again she's never been in a scenario that's been overly dangerous to loose one. Being with Ghost makes her think otherwise. "Besides, I don't want to freak people out on the bus, we might be mistaken for street fighters." Looking back towards the rest of the pack, they're not really at their best presentation toward society. With Lucas' cheek cut, Sarah's complete shut down, and Ghost death-stare; they need to be on their best behavior for them not to get a second glance at. If that means Fesle has to wait a few more hours to open her bandages then fine.

The sound of Sarah breathing in her scent makes Ghost's arm hairs raise and her muscles stiffen. "Do all Crescents have to be such needy babies?" she grumbles in irritation, having to adjust the woman's weight several times as she shifts in her arms. Instead of holding a beautiful, delicate woman, she feels like she's trying to carry a Great Dane; a lanky, heavy, and unneeded load she has to carry. Ghost's mood calms down when Sarah rests in her arms, clutching onto her sweater and taking her in as if she's oxygen. "<I wish I never had met you.>" Ghost whispers in Italian, looking down at Sarah with both pain and peace mixed together. If they'd never met, Ghost would have never had an obvious weakness, they wouldn't be in such a tough predicament, and most of all; Ghost wouldn't be tied to a pack she didn't want to be in. But what she hates most of all is that she doesn't even wish what she just said, wouldn't dare to imagine a world where Sarah isn't in it anymore.
 
"If you're sure. I know Sarah likes to keep wounds clean and taken care of as best as possible, reduces scarring and helps it heal." Max told Felse softly as they were walking through the town. It didn't take long to get to their destination, because the town was laid out in such a way that everything was easy to get too. He kept her close to him as they walked up to what appeared to be a small window that was likely meant for purchasing tickets, but he let her go first because he had no clue what he was actually doing so she was going to need to take the lead to talk with the human who was there. "There's..." he paused, looking over his shoulder before turning back to softly add "Five of us... There's five of us." he said, as if in a bit of disbelief. He was so used to just saying that there was the three of them, but there wasn't anymore, there was two more now and he needed to start to remember that. Especially if Lucas found that scent he had to just find, as he and Sarah had.

Lucas slowed down to stand a ways away from where Max and Felse had walked up to talk to a human. He watched Ghost walk up with his sister in his arms, since he only had the duffle bag, which wasn't all that hard to carry at all, he decided to ask. "Do you want me to carry the bag for you both?" he asked of her, tilting his head as he gave her a look that said he only wanted to help because she was carrying his sister and he could see just how attached his sister was getting. "She likes sleeping on top of the pile, if we have to do a sleep pile again." he decided to add, taking in the way that Sarah was clinging to her sweater.

Sarah slept sound, still not waking up as she continued to breath Ghost in with her nose right against her neck.
 
"Maybe the scar will tell me next time to not walk up to Ghost sleeping." Fesle jokes lightly. As long as it doesn't hinder her shoulder from flexibility, she won't complain over skin markings. Besides, Sarah can simply look at it once this whole thing is over and they're far away from Queens. Whatever stop that's the farthest that I can afford is what we'll do. Feeling Maxwell's grip loosen as soon as they got close to the ticket booth, Fesle takes a deep breath before walking toward the window. There's no one in line because people that try to stay safe don't normally take one during the evening. They usually wait until the morning or late at night, the less people the better, and Fesle has usually stuck to that rule. Traveling by herself has taught her to be careful because in the rest of the world's eyes, she's a small woman that's always alone.

The logo on top of the booth is familiar but not a popular one that she normally takes. Maybe once or twice she's ridden on this express bus, so that's at least some level of confidence. "What can I do for you?" the man asks them nonchalantly, not bothering to look away from his old brick-like computer. Fesle listens to Maxwell's head count as she looks at the map beside the window. It's a lot larger than the one she carries, simply because it's a travelers guide. This map shows a lot more details on the bus stops rather than tourist sites and popular cities. Different colored lines show what time different busses run and which roads they specifically go on. Before Fesle could ask, the man bluntly answers as if he's been asked several times today.

"The only busses that's on its way is the Purple Line, the other busses have either came or are rundown." Which makes Fesle tilt his head at him, finding that a rare situation. "Isn't there a nighttime bus, ones that travel during the night-" "The Red Line had to take a stop today, something wrong with the engine or something. Like I said, only the Purple line is on its way today, thirty minutes to be exact." The man didn't take into account the sense of concern that's on Fesle's face as she glances at Maxwell before looking back at the map.

With her index finger, the points to the city they're at and sees only a red and purple line crossing into it, their only option really is Purple. The finger slides along the two lines, seeing where they lead to. They both go in the same direction for a few miles until Purple drifts towards the left, away from the mountains and more into grassy plains area. There's more towns between one another, but far less big towns than the area they're in. Pros and cons can be balanced but they only have one option. Not wanting to make the decision without opinions, she looks back at the pack, "If it sounds confusing, basically there's only one bus we can get on, it's better than no bus at all."

Ghost watches her step as she notices a small incline of concrete as they walk up to the booth. Whenever anyone looked over at her and Sarah in question, she'd glare at them until they looked away. As Fesle and the men spoke, she looks up at Lucas when she hears him asking her a question. "Why not carrying your sister?" she rolls her eyes, even though she suggests it she pulls Sarah closer to her. Instead, she lets go of the bag she had been holding with only one hand, letting it fall to the ground with a thud. "Thanks Jester." she says in a low voice before walking up to Fesle.

The bus system isn't something too familiar for her, but the overall business of colored lines doesn't phase her much. Having had to go into the city a few times made her immune to getting spooked under human's contraptions. She has to listen to them and dig through their sentences to try to figure out what it means to have only one bus running. Her tongue clicks as Fesle looks to them for advice, as if it's up to them anyway. "We said we needed a bus, didn't ask which one, let's just take what we can get." Ghost inputs anyway. They only have thirty minutes until the bus gets here after all. Discussing it like some science project is just wasting time.
 
Lucas rolled his eyes, but he had offered so he bent to pick the bag up and add it to his back as he watched and waited to know if this was how they were traveling, or if they had just wasted a day sitting around for nothing. "If we're leaving, we should take what we can get." he said, putting in his opinion as he pushed his shoulder into a wall to lean heavily against it.

Max let out a sigh as he looked at the map, unable to understand it until Felse put her finger on it and traced the map. He didn't want to go anymore east, he wanted to go south, and it was at least going south for a time. Further into more farm land which would make it harder to find a place to hide without being noticed, he wanted to say no, he wanted to say that they should wait until morning, but they didn't have the time or luxury of getting to do that. The military could be right there as far as he knew, and a low growl of annoyance came out of him because he knew that really didn't have a choice. "Fine, we'll take it as far as it goes without losing that red line." he says as his eyes trace over that line to see that it starts to go west like he wants. "Get what you can." he tells Felse, giving her a kiss on the forehead before he's turning to look around and see where they'll be waiting for this bus. It's bright, full of lights and he notices, a camera. One pointed at the window that just captured his face. He crinkles his nose and glares at it before moving to make sure he blocks Felse from it's view, she doesn't need to be on camera more than she already has been.

Sarah groans and mumbles softly as they arrive in the town, turning to bury her face more into Ghost to block out the lights. She's used to sleeping in the dark. Still, she doesn't wake-up.
 
Fesle doesn't push them into making a decision, finding that would be rather regretful later in both interactions and peace of the pack. The pack is already at a thread sometimes, whether that be of attitudes or these instincts pulling them in different directions; it's best to keep the pack having a single decision for now. Hearing that they all want to take the bus gives Fesle an ease that she had held in her shoulders, finding herself rolling them back but stops when she feels the bandage loosening. After all, a bandage that's in the crook of her neck can only hold for so many hours after mobility. Like she said previously, she'll look at it another time, it's not the main priority on her mind right now.

Still holding to her polite persona, despite the man's not-so-friendly demeanor, Fesle pays for all of their tickets. It's a good bit of money, but it's cheaper than the midnight bus because it doesn't run all night. That makes it perfect for all of them actually since once they get to their destination they'll all be able to knock out after riding a hunk of metal for hours. Again, Fesle doesn't mind the bus, she actually enjoys riding it, not having to care about gas money, engine problems, or cleaning it; reason why she never thought about getting a vehicle. "I used to ride the bus a lot when I was little, when I was bored you would find me on the local bus that goes around the town." Fesle pleasantly says towards Maxwell, still trying to keep hopes high as she intertwines his hand in hers. The oversized comparatives just makes Fesle feel more empowered, that if he's by her side that she doesn't need to be afraid.

"We'd love to hear more about your boring human life but the bus is here." Ghost ends Fesle's memory lane before it could start, having watched the slow interaction between her and the booth man for too long. Her tapping foot grew faster when she saw the bus with a Purple logo pull into the roundabout, the engine sounds as if it blows off steam when it comes to a complete stop. As they make their way towards the busses, Fesle makes sure they're not in the way for people that are getting off and those that are urgent to get on. "I'd rather us sit in the back, less attention and if there are cameras then they won't be on us." Fesle looks to everyone, putting that out there as advice rather than a command.

"Oh great, cameras, as if we have enough public eye on us already." Ghost mumbles, tightening her grip on Sarah just thinking about it. There's not much escape planning you can do on a bus, one that goes fast as well. But she has a feeling that she'll do whatever it takes to keep Sarah safe, even if that means the worst case scenario; it's not been her fist time that she's killed humans. "It'll all be fine," Fesle assures, "to the cameras, we're just a peculiar group of people. But since it's an evening bus, so is everyone else."

Motioning towards the other people in the crowd, some do appear to be normal humans while others might not belong to the category. There's one that twitches every once in a while, scratching scabs on his skin through his turtle necks; a lady holding a baby that's not even real but one of plastic; and a group of teenagers that are mindlessly on their phones, speaking of things only Fesle could categorize as "nerd stuff". Compared to everyone else, as long as the pack keeps their human appearance, they'll just be another bird of the flock. Again, the last place military would look for them. "Besides, even if they did try to find us through the cameras, by the time they do we'll be far from busses, cities- all of it."

Ghost's nose twitches from the smells that come from the bus, specifically one that smells of a type of drug. It's a different drug than the ones the military used on her for months on end, but a drug she remembers too well that the humans seem to enjoy. Having take the drug to whisk them away from reality rather than facing it, Ghost's shoulders slump at the idea of being in the bus. But as they start loading people up, Ghost looks back one last time at her surroundings before carefully entering, not wanting Sarah to bump into anything.

The bus is an average one that Fesle has seen, only with more seats and less space to put things. There's cubbies above the seats where people can put their stuff, but it could barely fit an average size suitcase at most. Maybe the duffle bags can fit up there, but maybe the pack would be against it. She's still learning how they act around humans and she's not sure exactly if they've ever been on one before, thinking back to when they spoke of cities, vehicles, and trains. As Fesle walks towards the back, she doesn't make eye contact with anyone, having her eyes only for the back before other people changed their minds about seating. The closest people to the back were the teenagers, crowding around each other and leaning over their seats to still talk to one another. They burst out in laughter at something on their phones as Fesle passes by them.

"Do you think you can put my bookbag there for me please?" Fesle asks Max, put a hand up there into a cubby hole that's above the back seats. If he refuses, she'll at least hold it while the bus is moving, not wanting him to have to carry it even when they're sitting. Fesle scoots to the side as Ghost makes her way through, refusing to wait on the others to sit. After all, she has a load she's carrying that keeps sucking down her scent like it's shots. Ghost sees chairs against the back of the bus, noticing how they have better fabric on them compared to the rest of the seats. Plus, it reeks of scents the less, and for that Ghost goes towards a corner seat. One good thing about holding Sarah is that it's impossible for any of the other members to sit next to them since Sarah's legs take up another seat. Plus, it's better if they don't sit next to Ghost anyway, seeing how her glare gets colder now that she's around humans, it's best to not annoy her while she's in this protective state.

Now that they're sitting, Ghost lets Sarah rest on her lap, her arms started aching when they were loading onto the bus. Being able to look at the sleeping maiden for once since they started moving, Ghost looses her grip to adjust her on her lap. Sarah's new position completely depends on Ghost's figure, feeling the weight against her brings her a sort of comfort rather than disfiguration. Though Ghost will never admit it, it's nice to have Sarah just quiet and close rather than spitting nonsense about following her to the ends of the earth or whatever. Just thinking about what Sarah said in the middle of the streets, not to mention the scene Ghost made, makes her lean her head back with a groan.
 
Max smiled at Felse as she told him that she used to ride a bus around where she grew up "I've never been in a vehicle." He told her, about to ask more about what it was like to ride such a thing places when they were cut across by Ghost and he growled softly in annoyance. He was starting to feel as though she was trying to get a challenge out of him for his position. A position he only had because he had taken it as his mother disappeared, she had been the pack leader, their Alpha. "We'll sit at the back then." He decided to agree on, glad she changed tone of what was happening because his fuse was getting shorter. Slowly, he followed her up onto the enclosed space of the bus.

Lucas arched a brow as he watched Max and Ghost before letting out a puff of breath and followed after Ghost onto the bus rather than his brother and the leading pair. He followed her towards the pack and slid into the seats covered in various scents that were across the aisle from her and his sister. He took the window and dropped the ruck sack as well as the duffle bag into the vacant seat beside him. He had seen the storage above and was convinced the bags wouldn't fit. As long as no one had to sit beside him, he was sure it would be fine.

Max looked up and tilted his head as Felse told him to put her bag up there and he didn't know if it was going to fit. Carefully taking her bag off his back in the enclosed space, he stretched up to try and figure out how to put into the smaller space. It took him some maneuvering to figure it out but he got her bag inside before offering her a large grin and sitting down beside her. Behind them sat Lucas and next to him was Ghost and Sarah. He knew the pack was close, so he tries to relax into the plush seats that smelt of everything from different humans, or old food and dirt. It would only serve to turn his stomach as the bus began to move, he paled and tried to get his large frame smaller in the seats as he looked steadily greener. The motions made the deer in his stomach sit like a log, and he tried to close his eyes against the feeling, but that only made it worse and he turned pleading steel eyes towards Felse. Max didn't know what was going on or why he felt so sick but he hoped that she did.

Sarah had grumbled and snuggled closer to Ghost as they boarded the bus before they were seated. She mumbled softly as they started to move, sometime along the way, her eyes popped open and she pulled away from Ghost to frown and look around. "Where are we?" She asked in a groggy voice, making no move to get off of the other woman as she yawned and took in their surroundings. She looked very confused by the location, by the fact they appeared to be moving as well as that they were surrounded by so many scents. Every muscle was starting to tense up, fear lacing her scent because she thought they could be in danger, that they could have been captured.
 
As Fesle watches Max attempt to put the bag into the cubby hole, it resembled much like a child trying to shove their wad of clothes under their bed; hoping their mother wouldn't notice it. She could tell that Max wanted to act like he knew what he was doing, but the cubby hole and Fesle's stuffed bookbag were a match to be legendary. When Ghost and Lucas wanted to get by, she stepped closer to Maxwell, wrapping her arms around her, she rested against his back as he fought with her things. "Good job Max." she says through a giggle, trying to suppress the humor out of the small situation. It's easier to hide the smirk from him with her face smothering the back of his collard shirt, but not the hitching of breath that came from her laughter.

Letting Maxwell decide where the two should seat, Fesle let him take the window rather than her. After all, she'd feel better if she could keep an eye on Sarah and Lucas. Knowing Ghost will be fine no matter what, she'd rather be a blockage between her and Maxwell in case another sarcastic comment came out. Lucas has hopped into Fesle's concern from the way he's acting, he seems rather....agitated versus when they first met. Comparing her mocking his beard and smell near the rushing river that day, it's like Lucas is acting like a completely different person. Something is bothering him and she really wants to know if she can help, but something tells her that he's not going to budge right now. It's not a Lucas thing, but a Crescent thing to keep their guard up around humans.

Focusing on the two for so long, she barely noticed the bus moving until her eyes moved to the moving trees in the windows. With that, she looks to her side towards Maxwell, about to ask him a question before seeing his figure. His skin doesn't appear to be as colored and bright as before; not to mention he crunches in his seat in a way that makes Fesle turn her whole body towards him in worry. "Max, are you feeling okay?" on instincts, not that it will do much good for a werewolf, she places her hands on his cheeks and forehead to check his temperature. He's warm, naturally, but a tad warmer than usual and it's not the bus's fault either. The air conditioning should be cooling him down, but it's not enough to make Maxwell feel better.

Fesle stands up, grabbing onto the seat in front of her to have balance, and uses her good arm try to open the window. "It helps to have fresh air blowing in your face if you're not feeling well." After several minutes of struggle, she finally is able to pull it down and let the air come through. She looks over towards Lucas, hoping he won't mind the air slightly blowing on him as well before looking down at Maxwell. "What helps me when I'm sick is thinking of something stable and smooth; like a boat on a calm pond or a tree swaying in the breeze. Focus on something grounded and not the motion of the bus...it also helps to talk to people too." Fesle attempts to help as she sits back down in her seat. Even if she's the only one speaking, she doesn't care, as long as Maxwell doesn't get too sick.

Ghost feels some of the chilly wind when Fesle opens the window but she doesn't complain. If anything it helps get this musky smell out of her nose a bit easier. It brings her back into somewhat a better mood, even chuckling at the sight of Maxwell getting sick. "Big bad wolf scared of a little bus?" she teases but freezes when Sarah moves differently than she had before. It's not a sleeping adjustment to get comfortable, but she can tell by the strength behind it that Sarah's waking up. Shoot, did I wake her up? Ghost loosens her grip on Sarah, not wanting it to seem like she'd kill anyone for Sarah or something...Ghost let Sarah look around at her surroundings, now with only one hand around Sarah's waist.

With her legs tensing up and Sarah growing into a more startled state, Ghost rolls her eyes, "What does it look like genius, it's a bus." Knowing that Sarah has been unconscious through all of this, Ghost fills her in. "We can't travel because someone is too weak to move, you made this our only option. It'll only last a few hours so relax will ya." It's odd how Sarah didn't move from Ghost's lap when she woke up, that would have been her first reaction anyway. Even though it brings a sort of security to Ghost, a low rumble leaving her chest even, she knows that she can't let Sarah stay like this; if she's going to stay awake that is. With that, Ghost brings Sarah back to her being the main attention simply by pulling Sarah close to her. Her other hand went to Sarah's thigh, grasping it in a way that her fingers edge into Sarah's pants, showing outlines of the slightly strength behind it. Ghost stares up at Sarah, being on her lap gave her the height, and doesn't back down from her usual silver cold gaze. "And either you go back to sleep or get off of me."
 
Maxwell watcher Felse stand up with a wide eyed expression because he didn't think he could stand up like she just had, he felt like the deer was going to come back up. But she knew how to help, and he held his breath for a minute or two as she got that window open and suddenly he felt loads better. The words from somewhere behind him hadn't even registered in his head because he had been so focused on not getting sick. That was a foul taste and smell he didn't want to subject anyone too. With the window open, he leaned every towards the refreshing cool wind and some of his colour returned to his cheeks. "Focus on something else... Not the rocking..." he almost got sick right then and turned his eyes back to Felse. The steel in his eyes looked desperate for relief from the sickness but she was helping. Having her there beside him was a help and he leaned a little towards her to ground himself in her scent. "I'd rather we were running through the woods on four paws, playing chase, playing tag." He said, trying to talk and focus on her like she said.

Lucas lifted his head and sniffed as a cool wind started to hit him but he let out a soft hum and went back to staring out the window as he watched the trees fly past. He hadn't ever been able to run this fast and enjoyed the fresh wind and scents the open window brought as he stared our at the scenes. He wondered when he would get to find that scent he was drawn too, if he was ever going to get to play with his siblings again. Both felt like they were being pulled away from him.

Sarah let out a soft growl as Ghost teases her ar first, for not knowing where they were. She had never been on such a thing before. Never been in a vehicle until then. Her growl rumbled low as she turned tired blue eyes to look into steeled mist "Your fault it hurts for me to breathe." She snipped back at her before settling her head into the crook of Ghosts neck once again. "Not your fault I got into a fight though." Sarah said, moving her feet up higher to relieve some of the pressure off the back of her thigh as she closed her eyes. "Thank you." She mumbled as she started to relax, the tension leaving her body slowly. "For ending her... I didn't want to fight again." She said, trying to fall back asleep so she didn't have to move into a seat. She liked being right where she was.
 
"Yeah, it could be anything, playing in the snow, the coffee we had, what it tasted like; all of us working together as a team-" she went on for a bit, not wanting to state an obvious answer in the back of her mind. In moments when he had low times, when things weren't turning out as planned, her being there seemed to make him feel better. She could tell in his smile or the way his eyes looked into her with such assurance. To be honest, it was the same for her as well, the two seemed to help each other without even trying. So that then, when they do give their all for each other, it feels like nothing compares to that moment. It's like they have a type of bond that Fesle couldn't put her finger on, neither of them can.

Until the day that they get answers, Fesle can only think less of herself in that moment as Maxwell seems to read her mind. Meeting him halfway- well, mostly her effort- she shifts so that her shoulder lays over his arm and her hand rests on his chest. Seeing her long slim hands look so small against his muscles brings a smile along with his decision of focus. "I do too," Fesle says with a hum, "you know, from what I previously spoke of, about me riding on a bus when I was a kid; I always felt like that whenever I got off of it. Sure it was fun to stick my head out the window, getting my hair in knots, but the smell of gasoline always made me want to go to the woods. Instead of how far I could run as a wolf, I simply thought of metal transport, I didn't have anyone to run alongside with...so the woods soon became scary to me rather than inviting."

Thinking back on her childhood, she remembers the good times of playing with other kids and going camping; but she couldn't deny the immense sense of loneliness each day had. "The only time I ever ventured out into the woods was with Duke." she lets out a tired chuckle. "He was a dog my family had, the only one that wasn't terrified of me. I don't know if it's because we were raised alongside each other or maybe he saw me as some weird distant cousin....Running with Duke was the closest thing I ever had toward running with wolves." Fesle lets all this out, normally she wouldn't be rambling like this but wants to give Max something to listen to besides the bumping of each pothole on the road. "I wish you could have met him, I bet he would have liked you too, he had a thing for sniffing out good people...he passed away a few years ago of old age."

"Look, I already apologized so you might as well drop it, I'm not going to feel bad about it anymore." Ghost growls back. The truth is is that Ghost never really apologized, she thought that giving herbs to her was a form of that. Then again, not many werewolves would have gotten a fraction of emotional conversation that Sarah has had with Ghost. Just speaking about not wanting to be touched is one thing Ghost never tells people, stabbing or punching are well suited responses. Though she can't ever imagine laying another finger on Sarah like she had when they first met, she doesn't want Sarah to know that. Ghost sits her head back when Sarah lays into her neck again, goosebumps following with each breath Sarah takes.

The soft, warm air glazing her neck makes Ghost close her eyes as well, finding her nap to have only been satisfying for only the few hours they've been awake. Hearing Sarah thank her for killing that wolf reminds her of the knife that's still hidden under her sweater, the blade safely pressed against her own skin as a reminder of its presence. "She should have never touched you." Ghost says in a chilling, nonchalant tone. "Even if it's just a scratch, I'll kill anyone that tries to hurt you."
 
Lucas falls asleep to contented sounds of pack close by and safety in the way they're traveling. He's sprawled across both seats, hand back and mouth open as he snores softly.

Max smiles at Felse as she grounds him in her words, in her stories as she tells him finally about her time as pup on the buses, about how much they had made her want to return to the woods. But then she's telling him about the canine she grew up with and this grin practically splits his face. "They are cousins, the same as wolves are... Distant ones whi often suffer indignities at the hands of the humans, but they tell us when they're afraid of us, and often they are. We're hidden power among the humans, the ones who have safe guarded them for years. Some trust us as they trust humans, because we walk amongst them." He told her, looking into the rich golden brown colour of her eyes. "I'm sure I would have loved a run with your friend Duke... I'm sure if we have anywhere to go after death, he's there waiting and watching over you." He told her, reaching up to gently stroke her cheek.

"Maybe one day, you can... We can find a strong and young one to have among the pack to help protect us. Keep some of us company when we need it." He said, half turning his head as he listened to the soft, almost snoring of Lucas as his brother fell asleep. Max forgot they were moving on a bus until then, and he nearly turned green again as his eyes fell to the movement of the trees flying past the other window. He groaned and leaned over to the open window to feel the steadily cooling air. The sooner they got to the destination, the better it would be.

Sarah smiled as she nuzzled her nose into Ghost's neck and brushed her nose against her skin as she felt some of the goosebumps on her skin. "Yes, yes. You brought me herbs as a sorry." She said, still slowly relaxing into the other woman. A pleased sort of shudder runs through her as protective words come out of Ghost's mouth and she let's out a soft happy rumble "I hadn't even found you yet when we fought... She was faster than I was used too... But not as fast as you. I'll have you protect me any day." She whispered softly as she resisted placing a kiss on skin, she knew that would be a sure way to hit the floor and she didn't want that to happen. Sarah felt utterly content and safe there in Ghost's lap, surrounded by her strong sweet scent. Her issue, was no matter how much she relaxed, she couldn't fall back asleep even though she was still tired.
 
Fesle nods at Maxwell's words, finding that werewolves and dogs have to be related in some way because of their blood. She never let herself believe it when she was a kid because dogs couldn't talk to her, some days it felt like she was interacting with Duke like a human would. But then other days, like when they played in the creek or ran in the fields, it felt so different than other times. It was like a bond of unspeakable words were in those moments, like two types of ancestors coming together. She's always been grateful for the small canine life Duke gave to her and he'll always be more than just some dog to her. So, when Max spoke about Duke watching over her, tears build in her eyes.

No one really said those words to her before, causing her heart strings to be tugged so violently. With one hand she places it on top of Max's and the other she hides her mouth, forcing back sobs. Since the pack is here, she feels like she can't let go like last time, outside the motel with only Maxwell and the stars. "Yeah, I call getting the dog." she croaks, wiping her own tears as she watches him lean his head back towards the window. Again, without hesitation, she aids him while rubbing his arm.

The fact that Sarah knows of her non-verbal apology makes Ghost's eyes snap back open for a second, staring at the metal ceiling. For this girl to already know how Ghost acts is unnerving, not used to seeing this among her previous pack. The very few mates that were allowed were told to keep everything in private, so she never had a clear picture of what things were supposed to be. She chooses not to comment on that, not wanting to give Sarah the satisfaction of confirmation. "No city wolf is going to be as fast as me," Ghost opens one eye to look at Fesle, "when a werewolf gives their life over to a human's domain, they forfeit their true potential. Besides, you're not a great fighter anyway, you version of "faster" probably means she was a turtle." Her bickering is brought to a halt as a sigh left her lips. "Don't get used to me being here." is all she says before stubbornly staying silent.

For the next few hours, Fesle tends to both Maxwell and Lucas, making sure that they're okay. Once in a while, Lucas will lean too close to Ghost's area and will have to shove him away with her foot. But after an hour, sleep took over her as she rested her head back and went to sleep. There's not many times she's ridden in a train or bus like this, but it's enough time for the soft bumps and humming of the engine to put her to sleep. Besides, who knows when they'll get rest next, so better to sleep now than later. It's all too easy when Sarah's right below her chin.

The sky's orange hues quickly change to the dark navy familiarity of the night and the stars begin to be seen once the sun is finally gone. Because they're traveling away from the big towns and cities, the candles in the sky appear to be brighter than before, without the street lamps blocking their beauty. It makes Fesle excited to be away from big towns and just be in the relaxing atmosphere of farm land. Though Maxwell didn't seem to be too enthusiastic about it, they'll simply have to make the most of they have. Hunters tend to be more populated in these areas, loving to camp out in the forests and mountains. But suppose hunters are better than military, at least hunters aren't specifically after them. After what seems like forever, the bus pulls into a station that's in another small town.

There's street lamps that brighten the station so that others can walk safely, but the town seems to be less lit. It seems more like an old town, still having brick buildings connected to each other and too many gas stations for its population. Unlike the previous town they were in, there's more trees here, blocking some buildings to be seen. Some buildings seem to be overrun by vines and weeds, crickets and toads inhabiting them. Because it's late, there's hardly anyone walking around the sidewalks and cars simply drive through the town or into their houses. "Something tells me it won't be hard finding a rundown building." Fesle comments a she gets up when everyone else does. The clutter and chatter of people makes Ghost awaken from her light nap. It wasn't the best one, a large pothole would make her head jump up in defense. A yawn leaves her mouth as she nudges Sarah, "Can you walk or do I need to carry you?" her voice is groggy, feeling more exhausted than refreshed. Even tired she'll take care of Sarah if she said so.
 
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