Alcarié nudged her cheek in comfort, trying to think of a way to let her hear what she wanted while also speaking the truth. Finally he sighed and scuffled his paws in the ground, eyes roving over the dark shadows of the den as if something was going to jump out at them. He finally locked his eyes on a small leaf with tiny black seeds sitting on it. Getting to his large paws, the shaman grabbed the leaf and drug it gently over, making sure none of the seeds fell to the stone ground. Moving three of them over between his paws he licked them up swiftly, thanking the Pack of Raging River's for showing him these wonderful plants. He pushed three more towards her. 

"Their poppy seeds, they tend to calm the nerves and helps a wolf go into a deep sleep. If they help me, then they should help you." He told her, laying down on the cold den floor. Laying his head onto his paws, he re thought over her words, and finally answered. "Yes, it is hard living in a pack and being judged for things you cant, or sometimes don't want to, control." He mused. "But there are things harder out there, I promise. Losing all of those you love, sitting there with blood on your paws and wailing on horror at what had just happened, or what you'd done." He told her, looking far off into the distance.

"I'v seen things that would make even the most experienced fighter crawl back to his mother with his tail between his tail." He laughed cruelly. "But," He added in a lighter tone. "you have your pack at your back to lean on, no matter how un wanted they make you feel." He closed his eyes, able to feel the effects of the poppy seeds seeping through his veins. "Do I feel useless, unwanted? All the time." He admitted. "No wolf really cares about me, not since Viveral. Oh sure they come here to talk, because they either want inside information or guidance. No wolf simply comes here to talk, to see how i'm doing." He huffed softly. "Even you came here to ask if I knew anything about these voices, to see if I knew anything." He grinned slightly. "But it's not a bad conversation, and i'm glad you stopped by none the less." He hummed slightly under his breath, yawning. "Are you ever lonely Cere? Just feel as if the world looks at you as odd?" He asked, then decided to answer. "I guess you do, considering what you just told me. At least wolves will willing talk to you normally, at least I think they do." He muttered, looking at her curiously. Finally he chuckled. "I probably need to shut up now, it's just nice to have someone to talk to, thats all."

Cere licked up the offered seeds and settled into a comfotable postition on the ground. She yawned loudly "Just know you can talk to me..." She said with a drowsy smile before placing her head in her paws and drifting off into a deep sleep...

Running... Running away from the wolf behind her... Her paws slapping loudly on the wet stone... The thing laughed, a sound like claws being run down slate...
"You can never escape me, Cere... My blood is your blood... We're family..." The other wolf cackled, closing in
"I wont help you!" She snarled, lashing out at the black wolf.. As soon a the stike hit, the wolf evapourated into a cold black mist... Still laughing... Laughing... Laughing...

Cere woke with a start her head jolting up from the floor, She had rolled over in her fretful sleep and was now against the cold damp wall of the cave "Alcarie..." She called softly crawling to his soundly sleeping form "Alcarie..." She whimpered, nosing his warm cheek... "Alcarie... Wake up..."