December 31, 2024, 05:54 PM
The wolves had to cope with the fact that there would always be danger, and Wake did not fault Kirain for her visible anxiety. As long as she proceeded— as long as she trusted her leader— and did not freeze up, he would value her. Even fleeing was acceptable to him, for he did not except such a small, peacenik wolf to find her heart stout in the face of a killer. Wake would not stand to fight a mountain lion, either, not without at least two other skilled fighters at his side.
His ears twitched attentively, listening to Kirain’s words and also beyond her as he guarded them both. He might not have cared so much if he were alone, but he wanted his companion to feel safe with him.
At her instruction, Wake padded forward to investigate the bouquet of dog-violet. He scented the soft purple petals, its green leaves and stem, committing the flowers’ appearance to memory.
His ears twitched attentively, listening to Kirain’s words and also beyond her as he guarded them both. He might not have cared so much if he were alone, but he wanted his companion to feel safe with him.
At her instruction, Wake padded forward to investigate the bouquet of dog-violet. He scented the soft purple petals, its green leaves and stem, committing the flowers’ appearance to memory.
Dog-violet for inflammation and irritation,he repeated, stepping back with a snort to expel the pollen in his nose.
This would be something applied to severe wounds?
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RE: Wind - by Wake - December 31, 2024, 05:54 PM