wolves in the enchanted forest. - between Erika & evan..relic

This RP has to do with wolves, hence the title. Do I have to say this again, the rules are like every other RP.

Rules:
No Godmodding
No Godplaying
No God anything
Have Fun

In the forest of Daiva, Ayasha Drappa ran through the forest at top speed. Her silver fur glistening in the sun that shone from the tree tops above. Her heart racing. She was one with the forest. She could hear everything. The paws of the other wolves of her pack hitting the brown earth. The birds calling. The wind that blew around her. Every time her paws hit the ground, she would raise little clouds of dust. Suddenly a new sound reached her ears.
She skidded to a halt a few feet away from the edge of the forest. Her pack stopped a few inches behind her. They were curious to know what stopped their leader. A sound that sounded like thunder in the distance came again. She pricked her ears for danger.
Deciding she didn't want to know what this new sound was, she turned back into the forest and walked off. Her pack followed. After walking awhile, they came to a giant cave, located on the side of the mountain deep within the forest. She entered the cave, and her pack did the same. On the floor of the cave were what looked like beds of grass. Each wolf went to their bed and layed down. They all quickly fell asleep.
However, Ayasha Drappa did not fall asleep as quickly as her pack did. The memories of her parents being murdered infront of her, along with the rest of her family played on her young mind. She shook her head. She thought to herself, 'I was never ment to lead, yet here I am with my own pack.' She sighed and stretched out on her bed. closing her eyes once more, she fell asleep, dreaming of her lost family.

Geralt lay in the grass with his paws over his ears, trying to block out the sounds and thoughts of the forest.

Why me? He would think to himself, At least I can do what I want now. I am dead, after all.

For an undead wolf, he looked surprisingly fresh and alive. Except for his eyes, while he was alive, they shone with the colour of the sky. But now, they were gray and, when he was angry, a red fiercer than blood.

Ayasha awoke and jumped to her feet. She looked at her still sleeping pack, and growled. She lapt from her bed on the rock in the cave, and ran outside. She continued to run, until she got to a small clearing. Looking around to see if she was alone, she howled a note into the sky, showing her defiance, and her sadness.

Geralt held his paws closer to his ears as a sad howl rang through the forest air.

I wish I could leave, but I can not, or I will truly die....

Getting up, he sighed and looked around, a clearing off to his left where a female wolf was howling, and the depths of the forest to his right.

I am the reaper of the forest... He cared not who heard him, assuming they could hear the thoughts that ran through him.

Ayasha stopped howling and looked around. She heard the thoughts of a male, and spotted a black wolf, near her. She approached with caution, not sure to take him as a friend or foe.

Geralt sighed as he went back to laying down in the grass, still undecided on which way to go.

He knew the female was there, but, in truth, it mattered not.

Ayasha stood infront of the male, and cocked her head. "Hello." She said, in a cautious voice, that had a slight trill to it.

Geralt sighed, "Why say hello, when the goodbye is inevitable?" He said to no one in particular.

Ayasha cocked her head at him, curious. "I say hello, because I hate saying goodbye." She retorted.

"When the farewell can not be avoided?"

'Death has a way of altering us, everyone....'

Ayasha just continued to look at the strange wolf.

Shaking his head, "Death makes you look more closely at life."

((That's a hint.))

Ayasha blinked, and sat down infront of him. "And how do you know about that?" She asked him. Thinking to herself, she said within her mind, 'He is right. I should know, for I have seen death take my family.'

"Family is one thing. But what about oneself?"

Ayasha jumped slightly. "And how shall oneself taste death, unless oneself died and came back..." She stopped speaking, and hung her head. "You died and came back, didn't you?" She asked.

Geralt looked at her, "Have you heard whispers of the Dark Death of the forest?"

Ayasha looked up at him, tears in her eyes, and nodded. "I have." She said. "And I have tried to find it." She admitted to him.

"Then you have found it, I have suffered Death, and now I am."

Ayasha looked at him, and got to her feet, she got closer to him, and nosed his neck. "I had a feeling I had." She admitted to him. "The reason I wanted to find you, was because I wanted to know if I could travel with you."

((her begining of becoming enemy to the wolves.))

"Travel with me? Try to travel with the wind, the sun, and the moon." Geralt walked away for a moment to face the depths of the forest.

"You may if you can keep up, Mortal."

Ayasha followed him. She heard her pack howling, and she cringed. She knew they were mad at her for leaving them. "I'm coming." She said.

"Going to the kiddies?" Geralt looked at her, the eternities he suffered showing in his eyes.

Ayasha saw what was in his eyes, and rolled her eyes, tongue hanging out of her mouth. "The kiddies can do without me." She said. She then resumed her mature facade. "I am not going to leave you."

"Are you so sure when a human hunting party is nearing the cave?"