Not often was she called to see to another. As of late, it was her chords that summoned the presence of her brethren, for one reason or another. She perceived this change as a matter of importance; a call for aid perhaps, or a request for counsel, though the warrior did not know how she could assist with the latter. She was far from skilled in offering advice to another, but that did not hinder her steps to heed the vocal summon.
Her questioning gaze went beyond the surface of the golden nose and lifted to regard the sincerity in the female’s eyes. She hadn’t the need to question whether the woman’s intentions were true… only if she was able to fulfill them in her present state. Openly, her eye drifted to the injured leg, not fully lame but healing gradually as injuries went. Indeed it would be some time before full mobility and use returned to it, and though she knew nothing of injuries (extensively), she did know that premature use would only lengthen the time it took to heal.
“Larch,” Xi’nuata grumbled softly, lifting her gaze from the limb to the female’s brow. Her bi-colored eyes shown with a light akin to concern, yet pity was far from reaching their hues. “There is no rush to return to your tasks. All of the pack is recovering. Do not force yourself, if it can be helped.” |