Brandy had been silent about her wounds for a long while, licking them clean herself and assuming that'd been enough. Hunting
attempts and her constant moving had kept the bears claws a sharp reminder and still brightly pink, not to mention raw. The yearling was still thin and bony, but had still somehow stayed uninfected and, well, alive. Thankfully, however, the growth had begun to come back something like two weeks or so, and seemingly flourishing. Prey was sort of better, but the wound on her flank had kept her from catching anything.
It didn't stop her, however, as now she headed across the swampy marshes to look for her favorite: ducks. Brandy had kept to herself the past week or so, still sharing a den at night with both her mate and
when she showed up her mother. The days, though, had been to her, and though she ached to run and be reckless, her job had to come first; not yet had she completed it. So, this evening, she went again. The sun was dipping low and she hoped to catch something right in its nest, trapping it and anything else in it.
The marshes were a good source of food, from the frogs to the fish to the waterfowl. Kareja frequented them often in hopes of a meal, sometimes successful and sometimes not. It was a bit surprising to see Brandy considering the two didn’t cross paths often.
Brandy was gaunt looking with raw gashes down her body from the bear hunt. Kareja's paw had healed rather nicely, with only a few days of sore limping.
"Brandy? Are you okay?" Kareja moved closer, concern evident in her tone.
Her wound had, in truth, gotten both better and worse since her talk with Aduin and Embry. Despite being told, she still had yet to have it really checked out, but at this point it was becoming too painful to walk. Her mother was one option, yes, but she'd just call someone else to heal her. Just as she was finally deciding to call to her alpha, Kareja happened upon her. With a smile from the copper female, she stood ridgidly and wagged her tail towards the white girl she'd never before really spoken to, only seen. Brandy spoke kindly, in genuine, for if she one day planned to become the Beta it would help her to know and be friends with everyone in the family. On top of that, well, she was a social girl, and company was always welcomed.
"Hello Kareja. I'm alright, just haven't given this wound the time it needs to heal."
"That looks infeceted, maybe you should sit down." Kareja fretted, it was true that she and Brandy hadn't spoken much. Kareja wasn't as reclusive as Horosk but she did keep to herself a bit, at least until people made an effort to reach out to her.
"Pearl's a healer right? Should I call her?" The small girl was clueless when it came to healing, only knowing the basics of what she considered to be an art. "How do I help?"
Surprised, Brandy gave a glance to her shoulder and even licked it: no, it wasn't infected not yet, but it was raw and dry. At the white girls frantic words, Brandy flicked an ear.
"Its not that big of a deal yet, I'll ask Sebastian to take a look if it gets worse. He's the caregiver."
The copper yearling smiled, tail wagging. A chance of a new friend was more desirable than sitting around getting lectured on how to take care of it and all that.
"Have you been settling in well?"
Though Kareja still sore a worried expression she didn't push Brandy, the amber woman knew her body better than Kareja. "Okay, if you say so." Brandy seemed to resolve to getting to know Kareja, an idea that intrigued and made her anxious. What if Aduin had mentioned her episode the other night?
"I'm fine. I've made friends with most of the wolves I think. I don't talk to your mom much or Val, umm Embry and I seem to get along. And Pearl and Sebastian." The white ball of anxiousness rambled aloud.
Kareja didn't seem happy to let go of her leg or talk about something else, and her nervousness didn't fall on blind eyes. Brandy kept her smile spread across her face, feathery tail fanning behind her. Aduin hadnt told her about talking to this pale woman, nor would Brandy have minded, but alas she did not.
"My mom is usually out on a scouting trip, so that dosen't surprise me. Im glad you're doing good here."
Kareja wasn't sure what else to say, just nodding and smiling faintly in response. "Thanks." Kareja glanced around, seeming to find interest in the trees though really she wasn't sure how to continue the conversation. Looking at the trees had her thinking about trees which in turn had her thinking about plants and then about her own plant.
Seeming to perk up slightly, she smiled brightly. "I have a plant. His name is Planty and Pearl said he is the pack's plant." It was a bit silly but Kareja was excited about her Planty.
The conversation fell off, and for a moment Brandy thought the white woman would take her leave. The next words from her mouth, however, brought a giggle through her throat to tumble from her lips. A pack plant, huh? It reminded her of the bush she and the woman knight had planted outside the Cove, since stripped bare by the locusts.
"What kind of plant, do you know?"
That there was any regrowth, Brandy was thrilled. Perhaps it was a healing plant, one that would aid her packmates one day. On the other hand, however, it could just be some useless thing: but it was still something growing, proof that they would survive.
Kareja nodded a bit, somewhat certain about what kind of plant it was. "Well he's just a sprout right now but I think it's likely to be some sort of bramble type plant since that's where I found it. Maybe a blackberry bush or just a bush in general." Personally, Kareja would have preferred blackberry since she liked to eat the tart fruit.
"Want to come see it?" Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have Brandy moving all over the territory but Kareja knew that the amber female would do what she wanted anyways. At the least, Kar could get her out of the sun and they could move slowly.
A blackberry bush would be nice, she knew, the little treats were fun to find and gobble up. Kareja offered to bring her to it, and even though she'd have no idea what to do with it, she said yes. Why not, right? Being social was good.
"Sure, just lead the way."
A smile graced her face, one that only just was genuine, but there all the same. The copper woman would follow the white woman wherever she took her, because why not?