Moonspear let it be

how 'bout me??

Harlyn had made a commitment to Mordecai, that she would search beyond their borders for their missing packmates as soon as she was healthy again.  Or rather, packmate - singular - now that Dante had returned.  She hadn't been to visit with him yet since his return, but she knew from Mordecai that he had arrived with no word of the other girl, Osprey.  Admittedly, it was the other packmate that she cared very little for whether or not she returned, but again her loyalty to the Ostrega drove her actions and sent her far from home.


It was the scent of blood that caught her attention as she walked along the shaded mountainside.  It stung her nostrils quite unexpectedly, but immediately she began to follow the trail that had been left.  Eventually, the druid found her way to the source of the metallic scent - a young wolf stepping into the sunlight with pale fur stained with gore she could only assume was his own.  Harlyn swallowed hard, fear gripping her at the sorry sight of him.  With a shake of her coat, she brushed her trepidation away and approached him with concern upon her features and neutrality in her pose.

"By the gods, young one..." Harlyn said breathlessly as she approached, her gaze passing along every maimed inch of him.  She bit her tongue to allow him a moment to acclimate to her presence, praying that the spirits would bar his path were he to try and run from her before she could help him.