December 04, 2016, 01:20 PM
She seemed the most liberated when hunting, her lithe body and strong legs built to move her swiftly and silently across the land as she stalked her prey. Partnered with good company, she was in high spirits, although her usual chatter had been reduced to no more than steady breathing, her concentration split evenly between the movements of her companion and the scent that they tracked. Her firm resolution broke, however, when they entered a clearing. Stumbling to a halt, her eyes widened as they seemed to have happened upon an injured wolf rather than easy prey. Stomach tensing, her tail tucked immediately, drawing towards the curve of her belly. While she knew a thing or two about gathering herbs, and what they might be applied for, she was no healer. At best, she could treat minor injuries - things that one might sustain climbing a mountain, or while hunting, but this situation was out of her league. Shocked into silence, she took a step back, and allowed Deirdre to take the helm.
Stiff legged, she dawdled behind her friend, ears pinned and face solemn. How exactly would they save him? What if his injuries were far graver than they appeared? It was troubling to think of such things, but she found comfort in Deirdre's leadership. She seemed to have an idea of what she was doing. Out of her league, the pale wolf remained silent, not contributing to the plan. She was, after all, a stranger to the lands. She wouldn't know how to efficiently find the plants they needed. In fact, she wasn't entirely sure that the plants that she knew ever grew within the lands.
At Deirdre's instruction, she swiftly set to work, crawling close to the injured male, body and tail wrapping close to his frame so that her heat might reach him. With a nod towards the white wolf, she set to work, gently loosening the debris from the wounds that were easiest to reach first. The wounds would have to be washed of dirt, gravel and bits of vegetation pulled from cuts. It was a ghastly sight, but not wholly unfamiliar; as a mountain wolf, she knew the dangers of poor footing and loose ground. A sad hum low in her throat, she alternated between cleaning, ensuring that the wolf was breathing, and keeping him warm.
Stiff legged, she dawdled behind her friend, ears pinned and face solemn. How exactly would they save him? What if his injuries were far graver than they appeared? It was troubling to think of such things, but she found comfort in Deirdre's leadership. She seemed to have an idea of what she was doing. Out of her league, the pale wolf remained silent, not contributing to the plan. She was, after all, a stranger to the lands. She wouldn't know how to efficiently find the plants they needed. In fact, she wasn't entirely sure that the plants that she knew ever grew within the lands.
At Deirdre's instruction, she swiftly set to work, crawling close to the injured male, body and tail wrapping close to his frame so that her heat might reach him. With a nod towards the white wolf, she set to work, gently loosening the debris from the wounds that were easiest to reach first. The wounds would have to be washed of dirt, gravel and bits of vegetation pulled from cuts. It was a ghastly sight, but not wholly unfamiliar; as a mountain wolf, she knew the dangers of poor footing and loose ground. A sad hum low in her throat, she alternated between cleaning, ensuring that the wolf was breathing, and keeping him warm.
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If this is what you call love - by Damien - November 28, 2016, 02:24 PM
RE: If this is what you call love - by Deirdre - November 28, 2016, 02:58 PM
RE: If this is what you call love - by Damien - December 01, 2016, 10:50 AM
RE: If this is what you call love - by Deirdre - December 01, 2016, 11:51 AM
RE: If this is what you call love - by Damien - December 01, 2016, 12:18 PM
RE: If this is what you call love - by Muses - December 04, 2016, 01:20 PM