Moonspear ^____________^

Alaric was worried about his little friend. He had a strong inkling of what was wrong.  And it could get better with exposure, time, in some cases herbs, but herbs were usually a temporary fix for what could be a permanent problem.

He held her close to his side as they hurried towards his den. And always made sure some of his comfiest furs were around for anyone who wanted to rest. Therefore he knew pie would find one to her liking. He puttered around finding some mint and some lavender, a few dried pieces of deer meat. 


Alaric lay the items down beside her. Lavender to calm you, mint in case your mouth tastes yucky and a snack if you're hungry.

A small smile. It gets all shivery and you feel sick and a huge pit of dread and you want to run the way you came. That is called well anxiety of a sort.

Alaric settled. Pie your sibling disappeared and your mama is sad and your sad. And sometimes without meaning too our brains decide hey i want to be safe and I want to make sure those i care for know I'm safe so they don't have to worry and stuff like this happens. It can be managed with exposure to the things that make you anxious, talking and sometimes herbs, but i like to use herbs last cause it manages it in the moment but not long term. Does that make sense?

He tried very hard to use words that made sense and to let Pie know there was nothing wrong with her that she somehow needed fix. It was a small blip in a tapestry of a long life she had yet to lead.