Blue Willow began to trek back towards her den. The daylight was beginning to wane and she wanted to get to home before it was too dark. She held Bergamot in her mouth. She had found a small bit today and she wanted to make sure she got it back to her den and carefully put away. She had made sure to memorize where the Bergamot was located so she would be able to go back for it later.
She stopped walking for a moment to watch the waning light. Sunset was still a bit away, but she liked to look at the sky anyway. She missed her parents, with a sigh she sat down and curled her tail around her paws. She decided to take a small break.
The brute walked among the lands of the plateau, deciding to stray from the foot paths that most of his new packmates took. So far, he had only met his two Alphas, though he did not mind this. Fury would prefer not to interact with others. He was not much of a talker, and he felt as if it were too much effort to do so. Silence was his friend, and he thought that wolves who spoke to much were simply a waste of time; to him, those who spoke less had more meaning to their words and were less scatter-brained.
As he explored areas that were not touch by others' paws, his paw struck a sharp stone underfoot. He let out a bark instead of a yelp, because it more surprised and angered him than hurt him. He shook his paw free, but it was trickling blood. Fury narrowed his brow and continued to move forward, not caring that he put pressure on his red-covered foot.
Soon, he came upon a black female. What, are all wolves of this pack of black? He thought to himself. He walked up next to the wolf, marking deep red-colored prints as he moved forward.
The onyx colored wolf took a moment to study the large wolf coming towards her and for a moment a skitter of both fear and awareness skittered up her spine. He could hurt her if he wanted, but she smelled both Peregrine and Hawkeye on him so she knew he was one of their own. As she began to call out a greeting the crimson against the ground made her yelp in surprise.
"Oh my goodness! Look at the blood your loosing. She wanted to rush forward and care for the other wolf, but she was unsure how he would take it. She stared at his paw and then back at him a frown creasing her brow.
"I'm Blue Willow eta of the pack and semi healer. Would you let me look at your paw? I have some Bergamot with me actually. She wanted to force him to let her help him, but if he didn't want her help there was not much she could do, so she sat and waited calmly on the outside but jumpy on the inside for his answer. If a footpaw was not properly cared for it could cause all kinds of things, including cause the wolf to become lame if not careful.
Fury looked down at his paw with an uninterested look. There was blood oozing from his foot, but the greyed male wasn't worried about it. He shifted his eyes back to the female. He did not find her attentions and concern for him necessary. He nearly shrugged, but kept his composure.
He stayed quiet a long moment before nodding to the dark female, sensing the patience she felt. Yarrow would probably work better in the situation, but he doubted that she had any on her. (He had knowledge of plants and their medicinal qualities due to his travels with his mother and the trades she performed with the plant).
Blue Willow was taken back a moment at his obvious disinterest in the wound in his foot. Even if it was a shallow cut, it could get infected and he could go lame. Didn't he realize this, for that matter alone it was a enough to drive her crazy with impatience to tend to and fix his wound. She did however keep her composure.
Blue Willow could not read the other's mind, but if she could she would agree with him that Yarrow would work better but unfortunately there was none in this area, it was with great sadness that she realized this earlier on in her trek here.
At his nod she ran forward and with the paw of a practiced healer she crushed the herb and lifting his paw. She gave him a tentative look and then with a swift lick she cleaned his wound and then pushed the herb into the cut. "I'm not sure if this will hurt a little when i press it in or not and if it does I apologize. I do not mean to hurt you if I do. I see you're new, What's your name? I do not have Yarrow with me as it doesn't grow here, but i do wish i had some rose hips to give you to take in case of infection, because i don't know what you stepped on. Or even some Burdock Root. She was trying to keep a civil tongue and talk to him to be friendly.
Fury blinked at the mouthful of words that spilled from the female's mouth. At least she was speaking of medical treatments, but Fury still found that she spoke too much. He was not a wolf of many words, and he preferred others that way as well.
The grey male did not flinch or moved when she tended to his wound, keeping his hazel eyes set dead ahead, once again with the bored look that always covered his face. "I step on rock," he disclosed. Blue Willow could do whatever she wished with the info he gave to her, he did not care.
Blue Willow did not realize that the other wolf did not like those that talked and she found the less he talked the more she did. It made her nervous when others didn't talk to her, not to mention that she had been taught it w Shas rude to not answer or hold a conversation when someone was trying to speak to you. Her mother had always told her if you don't want a conversation that is fine but simply come up with a nice way to say you are too busy for one. You do not go around just ignoring others. Blue Willow herself did not hold it against others who were like that, but it did make her a tad nervous and more chatty than normal.
Blue Willow's ear flicked when the brute mentioned he stepped on a rock. "Well you know some rocks can have germs on them that make your foot hurt worse. Sometimes a small scratch in a footpaw if it gets infected it can even make you lame. I'm sure a strong fellow such as yourself rely on your feet and legs to work hard and you wouldn't want to go lame. Again she was prattling unsure of what to say and just filling the silence with the knowledge she had, since the other did not wish to speak.
The grey male stared lamely at the black female before him. He vaguely wondered why black wolves were all so contrastingly different. He figured: same color, same category. This was not the case. Hawkeye and this Blue Willow were so different it almost baffled him. In stories of wolves, all black wolves came from an original black wolf, all white wolves came from an original white wolf, and so on. He'd only ever witnessed curiosity from other wolves, so they had all seemed about the same to him. Obviously, he was learning something from being in a pack. It suddenly dawned on him that he severely missed his mother. He pushed it to the back of his mind.
Fury nearly rolled his eyes. He didn't care about all of the information the female provided, nor that he had cut his foot. Of course he wouldn't have wanted his leg or paw to go lame — that should have been a given. Either way, he reluctantly mutter a "thank you" to the she-wolf.
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Blue Willow sighed as she realized the wolf in front of her did not wish to speak to her and it dawned on her that he obviously did not want her company and he probably did not like her so much.
She swallowed her disappointment to getting to know all her pack mates and blinking, she dipped her head one last time. She looked at his paw. She then backed up and said quietly, "You're welcome. Make sure that you keep the paw clean. If it starts to hurt just come find me otherwise, you can be on your way. I hope the herbs help. She then stood to the side waiting for the bigger male to go around her, she wanted to enjoy the night a little longer.
Fury looked curiously upon the female's face, seeing a form of hurt and confusion. She ended the conversation and seemed to be waiting for him to leaver her. Fury stood to his towering height, probably too close for the female's comfort, and stared into her eyes.
He found himself at a loss for words; but, why should he care about interacting with another? Never had he felt a desire to, but it moreso felt like it was his duty to since he was a part of a pack now.
Fury turned to leave, though, for nothing came to his mouth that seemed of any importance.