Swiftcurrent Creek Momma 'Lette will patch ya up.

She wasn't being babied or coddled; Arlette had no ill words to say of the man, and no anger came to her eyes when she pieced the story together. As far as Cygnet could tell, Arric was getting a free pass in spite of having injured her; she could only hope now that he at least suffered as much as she did. Knowing Arlette, she would tend to Arric too- and the thought of it made her scowl. 

Cygnet had never seen another wolf her age or size. The only wolves she'd known were the adults she lived with now. They had tended to her well, but she lacked the social experience of getting to actually play with other children. She might not have wanted to- but it would likely have done some benefit for her to learn. 

Too late now, she thought; and she shrugged. There wasn't anyone her age, and unless one wandered in from the wilds, there wasn't likely to be. No siblings could come from parents who did not exist. 

She trusted Arlette blindly, and took the seed, swallowing the tiny thing down with a flick of her tongue. She found it impossible to believe that something so small might remedy her pain, but she was willing to give it a try. She hoped it would be fast-acting; she would be slightly disappointed. 

Questioned about other pains, Cygnet's features softened, and she sighed. She had no way to confess that her ego had been completely shattered. And she had no way to confess how she felt about losing to Arric- and how much she dreaded his presence in her life now that she'd lost to him. She felt troubled, and was surprised to find that emotions welled within her, and made her feel profoundly sad. Dry-eyed, however, she set her head down and shrugged listlessly. It wasn't like Arlette could prescribe something to make her happy anyway.