What is wounded? so I know or I guess how wounded I know she has a neck injury but how severe and is it her left hindleg?
thistle just so happened to be sitting outside watching the super moon when her friend came tumbling into the pack lands. thistle let loose a howl to wake the dead for her husband and she ran to her friends heaving side. by all that is holy what happened julook oh my God's who did this Thistle didn't have time to run to her den all she saw was crimson on pearl and she grasped grass to plug the wound as best she could howling once more for help she pressed hard with her muzzle crimson staining her amber fur blood red. Julooke please just hang on! this is the best I can do until someone else comes to hold it tight please hold on.
her mind was racing as she fought hard the salty tears that threatened to take over her face. She would kill whoever did this to her friend rip them apart with teeth and claws, she was scared and she was furious and that did not make a good mix.
Holy crap, sorry I'm so late to this, guys. I've been on absence a while. Also, pardon Verrine's asshattery. He's just bein' a wolf. :P
He was already searching for Julooke before Thistle's howl rent the night air. It wasn't like his mate to be out so late without letting Verrine know where she was going beforehand. He was almost frantic with worry. Had she wounded herself hunting? There were cougars in this region -- had she perhaps fallen foul of one of those nasty cats? Had she slipped and tumbled down a craggy slope in the hills? Countless scenarios ran through his mind, each one more terrifying than the last, so that soon his trot became a full run and he began to search outside of Stavanger's lands for her.
And that was when he heard Thistle's voice split the moonlit night. There was a message of panic and desperation in her howl, and Verrine knew on an instinctive level that it had everything to do with Julooke. His stomach lurched and his heart began to race as he tore across the land as fast as his legs could carry him. It was a pretty good distance, as he'd been most of the way across their packlands from where Thistle had sent up her call, but his pace chewed up the distance in mere minutes. As he drew nearer, he smelled blood --
Julooke's blood -- and immediately his hackles bristled. A snarl bubbled low in his throat as he emerged on the scene and saw his beautiful, snow-white wife laying in a heap on the ground, spattered with blood. His first instinct, the basic drive of a wolf seeing his mate in danger, was to drive the other wolves away and he very nearly did. But he managed to restrain himself and, shaking with anger and horror, crouched down beside Julooke. He kissed her face tenderly, murmuring comfortingly in her ear,
"I'm here, baby. I'm here." He looked up at Thistle then, his eyes pleading.
"Please…help her."
Thistle spoke soothingly to Julooke No one followed you here love, no one followed you.
Thistle listened to the gurgling words that fell out of Julooke's throat and she cried out when the blackness over took her and she snarled at everyone present, not meaning to be mean or lash out, but she needed them to be quiet so she could think then she spoke to Ragnar I need someone to hold this grass on her throat or run to the den and get me cobwebs...I just want cobwebs i'll put herbs on it to heal after i get the bleeding stopped, so take your pick but make it quick. she pressed down harder with her paw mindful to not choke her, but she needed constant pressure or she'd bleed out. I need those now if I don't have them she'll bleed out!
Crappy, rushed post. Also, sorry for holding this up. :o
“No one has followed you here,” Ragnar assured Julooke just as Beric, shortly followed by Verrine approached the scene. She did not seem to be any sort of truly coherent state to effectively tell them the precise details of the one that had injured her; or perhaps she had been so hyped up on adrenaline and afraid that she didn't get a good look at him at all. White Eyes was what she had told him. White Eyes. Never before had Ragnar seen a wolf with white eyes, and while it was important, a lead even, look for a wolf with white eyes a rarity in itself he supposed, he felt like he needed more. More information. Still, a male with white eyes was enough for him to launch an investigation. “Do you remember where you were when you were attacked?” Even if he could poke around the scene of the crime he might be able to pick up their scents before they faded. He would not let the demon that had done this to Julooke get away. It didn't work like that. Trying to kill Julooke might have made him feel like a man but in reality taking a non-fighter female was cowardly and weak. They called Ragnar a demon but he had never attacked a woman or child without good reason. He knew Julooke well enough to know that she had given the monster that had done that no reason to attack her. It was Julooke, his sweet and gentle Pupsitter.
The urge to bring her justice, to avenge her attack was strong, as strong as he desire to protect her and keep her safe. “From now on no woman or child leaves these lands without a warden or someone that can protect them.” Not with some sick prowler on the lose who obviously got his kicks from trying to kill women.
Short, crappy post. Sorry
The blackness offered a secure, comforting space to be. Julooke felt no anxiousness, no fear, no pain. She also couldn't hear those around her. The world, for all she knew, had disappeared into nothingness. She had no idea her family was scrambling around to help her, or that Beric was apparently planning a hunt for the wolf that attacked her. She was in a blissful state of unawareness.
Thistle barked orders at them briskly, and Verrine listened with apprehension written all over his face. The mixture of emotions that roiled within him was caustic and confusing; he was terrified that he might lose his mate right here, right now, and he was absolutely seething with a white-hot, raging desire for vengeance and justice. He didn't know what to do, so he settled for the most practical option: he would go get the cobwebs that Thistle demanded. He kissed Julooke's head, whispered comforting words in her ear -- although he noticed that she seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness and probably couldn't hear him -- and then, with a curt nod to Thistle, he dashed off quickly for the den.