September 30, 2016, 01:50 PM
(This post was last modified: September 30, 2016, 01:50 PM by Slate.)
The trees had closed in on her and grew thicker, she had to push harder to find secrecy and hide her body in the undergrowth, though finding a spot that gave comfort and hid her was no easy feat. She gave a snarl in pain as she stopped and lowered her backlegs and dropped the different items in her jaws. Plants and bark of different sort lay before her as she carefully curled her right back paw up toward herself. The life of a loner, treacherous and full of fear, fear that kept her alive. She examined the wound that thankfully wasn’t deep or hit anything vital, it was not large but simply sore as fuck. Slate was a clever woman, taught by parents who never took the aid of packs to them and she knew better than to lick the wound, instead she had carefully kept it dry while collecting her resources.
She moved the small piece of bark to the wound on her leg, on it was a small amount of honey, not much as it had not been easy to come by in any means and bees rarely were forgiving on thieves, she had indeed paid the price with a couple of stings, but no matter. That pain would slowly fade, the honey was priceless in this situation. She smeared the honey on to the wound, cringed as it bit and sting on the skin. Her tail twitched as she muffled any sound she might have made and rubbed the last bit around the small wound. Her mother had taught her this, though honey was not easy to get without getting hurt in the process, in case of flesh wounds they could save lives. They stopped infections and made it possible to avoid entirely if applied right away, and if not eaten or removed. She tossed the bark away as she finished.
She did not know where she was exactly, she simply knew she was lucky to be alive with such a small scrape on her leg. She had been hunting desperately for some time outside of these dark woods, out where more light reached her senses and things seemed clearer. She had caught a bird in her luck and fed upon it in a hurry to quickly move before other predators would catch on to the scent. In that ignorance though she had not caught scent of a herd of deers before they crashed through the forest. She had quickly moved out of the way, ran like hell and tumbled into bushes to not get trampled to dust, in the jump she stumbled and somehow injured herself. She wasn’t certain on what object or how, but it wasn’t just a small scrape, fur, skin and flesh had given in so she must have been caught on something. It was minor though, easily fixed and didn’t stop her from walking or running, though it felt sore afterward. She had taken it slow, given it time to rest and now treated it toward infections.
She took the last part of the pile into her mouth, lavenders. She chewed it carefully into a paste and ignored the sort of bitter and horrid taste and swallowed it. Lavender had many uses, it seemed to help the mind a lot even on her own constant present fears, it slowed down fevers or lowered them and simply was a good cure for those ill in mind, such as herself. She curled herself into a ball and carefully placed the injured leg upward so the honey would stay in place. Now rest. Just some hours of letting the honey getting in and rest the leg and she felt certain she would soon be well again. It would take some days before the skin grew back, but nothing had been caught loose or hurt, she would be fine. Unaware of what border she had closed in on she tried to rest, she normally caved into fear and would never get close to unfamiliar forests or landscapes without checking for border markings, but fear had subsided to the pain and she had not treated with care.
She moved the small piece of bark to the wound on her leg, on it was a small amount of honey, not much as it had not been easy to come by in any means and bees rarely were forgiving on thieves, she had indeed paid the price with a couple of stings, but no matter. That pain would slowly fade, the honey was priceless in this situation. She smeared the honey on to the wound, cringed as it bit and sting on the skin. Her tail twitched as she muffled any sound she might have made and rubbed the last bit around the small wound. Her mother had taught her this, though honey was not easy to get without getting hurt in the process, in case of flesh wounds they could save lives. They stopped infections and made it possible to avoid entirely if applied right away, and if not eaten or removed. She tossed the bark away as she finished.
She did not know where she was exactly, she simply knew she was lucky to be alive with such a small scrape on her leg. She had been hunting desperately for some time outside of these dark woods, out where more light reached her senses and things seemed clearer. She had caught a bird in her luck and fed upon it in a hurry to quickly move before other predators would catch on to the scent. In that ignorance though she had not caught scent of a herd of deers before they crashed through the forest. She had quickly moved out of the way, ran like hell and tumbled into bushes to not get trampled to dust, in the jump she stumbled and somehow injured herself. She wasn’t certain on what object or how, but it wasn’t just a small scrape, fur, skin and flesh had given in so she must have been caught on something. It was minor though, easily fixed and didn’t stop her from walking or running, though it felt sore afterward. She had taken it slow, given it time to rest and now treated it toward infections.
She took the last part of the pile into her mouth, lavenders. She chewed it carefully into a paste and ignored the sort of bitter and horrid taste and swallowed it. Lavender had many uses, it seemed to help the mind a lot even on her own constant present fears, it slowed down fevers or lowered them and simply was a good cure for those ill in mind, such as herself. She curled herself into a ball and carefully placed the injured leg upward so the honey would stay in place. Now rest. Just some hours of letting the honey getting in and rest the leg and she felt certain she would soon be well again. It would take some days before the skin grew back, but nothing had been caught loose or hurt, she would be fine. Unaware of what border she had closed in on she tried to rest, she normally caved into fear and would never get close to unfamiliar forests or landscapes without checking for border markings, but fear had subsided to the pain and she had not treated with care.
11.07.16 — Ending added.
With the growth of his children, he felt more comfortable leaving them alone throughout the day. Of course, Nemesis was often there to watch over them all, and she was more than capable of protecting them should something happen, but he’d still been iffy in the past. Presently, however, they could move well enough and were learning the differences between what is dangerous and what is not. It was a long time yet before they’d be able to explore the woods entirely by themselves, but they were each well on their ways, which was what mattered the most. Someday, perhaps, one or two might even accompany him on his patrols along the outskirts of the woods; the children had yet to show any interest in specific trades, but he was hopeful. Given that Xan had never been one to follow in his footsteps, it’d be nice, he believed, to mentor one of his younger children.
When he’d left his family to fulfill his duties for the day, they’d seemed fine, and so he worried little about them as he proceeded through the usual motions. His focused was on refreshing the pack’s markings and ensuring that no sketchy figures were lingering too close to the forest. And, on the off chance that there was someone out there, it was his responsibility to deal with them. It’d become rare, though, for loners to venture too near to his home, and so such was a task that he’d not completed regularly in quite some time. But, as he turned to observe the plains beyond the darkness, it seemed as if the streak of no disturbances was to be put to an end.
There was a mound upon the earth that had acquired his attention, though the form hadn’t become particularly wolf-like until he’d moved closer. What had drawn him in was the possibility, for in with the wind there had come the scent of a stranger, and so he’d felt it necessary that anything abnormal be investigated. And it was good that he had, for the lump was clearly a wolf, towards which he’d cleared his throat in an effort to get her up and attentive. His posture was defensive, protective, but not yet hostile, for she’d yet to prove herself to be a threat. He'd give her a moment to realize where she was, perhaps even explain herself in the way that most panicked wolves seemed to do, and then go on to handle the situation in the most appropriate way.
Noticed during his approach, he'd watched as the stranger looked his way, right before having departed from the scene. Kove would watch her leave and ensure that she had no intentions of returning, then return to the edges of the woods in order to continue his patrol.
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