Meadowlark Prairie the irony of dying on your birthday

Quite a few things happened in the following moments: shortly before Aaron departed, another wolf appeared as if to take his place. Raven looked at the new arrival with natural, impersonal wariness, especially when the white she-wolf addressed him, commanding him to check the ailing female. Was Raven not already clearly rendering aid? She felt no possessiveness over the stranger, though she felt mildly insulted because they were essentially ignoring her completely.

"I've got this," she said in a friendly, patient voice, taking a step back to make room as the she-wolf climbed to her feet. Noticing her shakiness, Raven hesitated before moving nearer with the intent to offer support. She tried to catch the other female's eye, her expression asking, Is this okay? Meanwhile, she cataloged the list of symptoms. There was not much she could—or, rather, was willing to—do for an outsider, however the information did put her at ease. Pain wasn't contagious, after all... although everything depended on its source.

"The pain's primarily in your joints?" she repeated. "Anywhere else?" she pinned on before glancing at the other pair of strangers and then back to her patient. "I'd like to take you somewhere else for shelter and so I can better assess you. But if you're be more comfortable going with them, by all means. It's entirely up to you, of course." The caregiver took a step backward as if to give her space to make a decision. Judging by the woman's show of teeth, Raven doubted she would go with them but the choice was hers to make.