You save everyone, but who saves you? ( Nobody is coming to save you, Get. Up. )
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Delta had been wandering these lands for a while, she hadn't seen the third pup, Epsilon. Had he even made it to this land? Or did he arrive after and get lost? Delta was unsure and it made her sick, sicker than the pungent smell of rotten meat. With a heavy sigh, The piebald she gazed at the mountains before her. Standing just outside the marked border of the territory, she hadn't heard much, barley anything at this point. She just knew, she wouldn't be able to provide for herself and her two young pups by herself.

Her ears flicked, eyes drawn towards the pups following tail behind her, soft grey eyes narrowing with a faint warmth behind them even with the coldness around. With ease, she turned back towards the mountains, tipping her head back and letting her jaws fall apart. A howl slipped from her chest, a soft song that rang out, unique to her own, it wasn't scratchy, nor hoarse, it was soft and calm, although, it seemed like Delta was calling for someone. Anyone to be exact, just someone to bring her and her pups into somewhere safer than the wild lands.

After a few moment, Delta let her head fall back down. Staring towards the mountain rage with intent, tail flicking back and forth very slowly before gazing towards the young.

"Are you alright? Paws aren't froze? Tails still moving?"

By now, Nyra was pretty sure her kids were all asleep.
The ones still in her den with her, at least...
Her thoughts drifted to the deceased, her husband Satan, her son Cerberus...then, Oniria....
As soon as a howl floated into the peaks, reaching her perked ears, the Warqueen shoved her thoughts and rising emotions aside, standing with a fluid movement and quietly whisking out of the den, quickening her pace to a fast trot that was almost a gallop - it might've been a true run, if she weren't built like a tank. 

The Monarch paused at the climax of a rise in the lower slopes of her mountains, looking down from some distance, at a she-wolf.
Nyra sniffed the air a few times in the brief moment before she descended the last of the hills, silently swearing she also smelled at least one child that wasn't within her borders already...
She pushed it aside for now, slowing herself to stand, tail held high, a few lengths from the piebald woman.

"I am Queen Nyra of Warcrest." She introduced with a mild incline of her muzzle to her guest(s), and an intentionally somewhat-softened tone that offered interest as well as neutrality; "What can I do for you?" The monolith asked. 
Where normally Nyra would have phrased it much differently, like 'state your purpose' or something, she was less inclined to be hostile with kids potentially present.
She was still a bit raw from the loss of her husband and her son, but that wasn't exactly baggage you just plopped randomly in a stranger's lap.
Her golden gaze remained on the piebald woman for now, assuming if she did have kids close by, that she would introduce them when she was ready (or when they introduced themselves!)

Alpha was tired of traveling, to be honest. His paws hurt, and he was always hungry. Tired of not havin’ a place to call home, tired of Ma always bein’ so protective about this and that - about how far he could go, - he was just tired of the life they were livin.

They hadn’t seen Eppie, and Alpha wondered if Eppie ran away. I’m hungry, Alpha complained for the millionth time, with a huff as his mother looked back at him - ears goin’ flat. Then she sang, and another showed up, without food.

She was kinda like them, whereas he and Ma had patches of white, this one was ALL white. Her eyes were like two urine spots in the snow. He stepped out from behind his mother to peer at her, boldly.

You’re pretty! Can I take you out on a date? He wagged his tail.

You save everyone, but who saves you? ( Nobody is coming to save you, Get. Up. )
3-3-3 OC

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Delta stood tall, her eyes staring forwards at the mountains for a bit. Then, Alpha spoke up of being hungry and she sighed, looking to the pup gently.

I know, I know..I'll find something to eat, i'm sorry..

With the snow, it had been a bit difficult to find things, even small things like a rabbit or hare just for the pups. She could last a few days with no food, most adults could at least. Soon, she noticed a white wolf in her peripheral and her head whipped around to look at the wolf. Staring at their citrine colored eyes, Delta side stepped some, bracing herself to have to pick Alpha up to run.

When the wolf introduced herself, Delta ever so slightly relaxed, perhaps this would go well. Her eyes softened some, relaxing her posture and letting her hackles drop. Letting her gaze move across the area, looking for other possible wolves this Nyra had brought with. She couldn't smell any, nor hear or see any, so she didn't bother it.

Delta, This little rascal is Alpha..

Her tone was soft, Curling a paw around Alpha but was quickly startled by his odd question towards Nyra. Setting her paw overtop of his muzzle as if trying to hush him, knowing it'd be of no good but hoped it'd show the Queen she was sorry for his words.

Er..Sorry, about him..

I have been struggling to provide, for myself and him. I'm not a great fighter

She left it simple for now, her eyes glancing between Alpha and Nyra, slowly she lifted her paw from the pups muzzle and leaned down to clean some mud off the back of his legs. Disliking when the pups legs were dirty and cold, as she knew it was easier to grow sick when your pelt was wet for long periods of time.

Nyra took in the cautious woman's name - Delta. 
As a small pup emerged from behind her, making Nyra's golden gaze shift downward to look at him, she introduced him as Alpha.
The boy's boldness and wagging tail - his words, mostly - garnered a bewildered/surprised expression from the Queen, immediately followed by a very amused, hearty laugh as Delta attempted to shut the kid up. 
Nyra stifled her laughter back as the mother expressed apologies for Alpha's forwardness, followed by explaining her difficulties in providing for herself and her child. 
That she was not a great fighter...
The Warqueen's laughter melted away to allow for more seriousness; "If you would like to learn how to defend yourself and your boy, I can teach you. When you are ready for that, come find me. For now though, I grant you and Alpha a place within our fold. You may take today to rest if you wish." She stated while looking to Delta. 
She did yet warn the woman Delta that Warcrest was typically...violent. 
Especially most of her own children. 

The Monarch supposed that another opportunity would come in time.

There she goes, calling him a rascal again. He flattens his ears. The pretty girl laughs at his offer. She granted them a place in her Fold. Teach now. He barks, taking a step forward, looking dead in the eye. Tired of always being hungry.