Batibat

The sounds of rain hitting the dry, barren earth was deafening. All around the tundra female was nothing but death earth and icy rain. This was much different from her own homeland full of rolling hills, clear rivers and dancing wildflowers as far as the eye could see. In truth she missed her homeland, craved the taste of fresh home grown honey. Missed the beautiful birds who woke her every dawn with songs of love and harmony. This place was far from what she called home... Plague had destroyed these lands, left only dry brittle ground behind that hurt her paws as she walked. A delicate sigh left her maw, eyes gazing around, seeking any signs of life as she made her way due north to a place she did not know existed.
In truth she had left her safe haven in order to travel so far North due to a strange sickness that was sweeping over her homeland. An elder had mentioned a hidden tribe deep in the Plague lands which the ability to cure the illness and so, with a heavy heart and the yearning to save her village, she left. A soft yipping made Batibat pause, ears swiveling to and fro slowly as if to make sure she wasn't just hearing things. Moments passed and she shook her head, starting once more but then another yip. She was sure she had heard it this time! "Hello?" She called out, voice steady but unsure if anyone would answer. Silence greeted her but she stayed still, calling out once more. This time the yip answered her and the young tundra took off in the direction of the voice. Moments passed before she came to a stop, head tilting some as she approached a rather large mound that looked oddly misplaced among the dead earth and dried foliage. A sharp yip made her blink as she padded around and what she saw shattered her heart. Against the mound laid a small Umbra wolf pup scratching at what seemed to be its mother.

Batibat looked around in search for its pack, knowing that they were always near by but this time it seemed the mother and pup were loners. The tundra slowly approached as to not startle the young pup and softly nudged the mother with no response. A heavy sigh left her chest as she looked down at the crying pup. He was a young thing... to young to survive on his own. Batibat looked around once more before checking her supplies in her side pouch. She had enough for a few weeks by herself.. but with a hungry pup.. it would go quickly. She didn't have the heart to leave the little one alone to suffer. "Come on little one... your mother has joined the others in the sky.." She murmured sweetly before picking the young pup up by its scruff and managed to locate him between her wings before dipping her head, whispering prayers to the passed and headed on her way. The days that passed seemed to drag on and soon