Grizzly Hollow when they all make you feel like you're a problem girl

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Her shoulder burned despite the freezing temperatures. Pip refused to lick at it, recalling that time Veho had discouraged doing so when a beaver had grabbed her leg. She'd limped for months after. Would it be the same this time? Pip couldn't decide which injury was worse. But memory was different than current suffering, so she was apt to feel this pain was more significant.

@Tomen had followed her. Of all of them, she found herself not surprised that it was him whom would follow first. She was unbelievably fond of him and happy to know that he shared the sentiment at least in part. However, she didn't lift her head from where it lay, cheek pressed against her curled paws. She had no response either when @Amaryllis joined him.

At the very least, she didn't flinch away when Tomen finally gained the courage to come lay beside her. Minutes stretched on until the girl finally lifted her head to lay it upon his rump, seeking comfort in the small action. There were no tears from the mute despite the pain of both body and heart.

It was a familiar hate to have suffered from. Silly to think she could ever escape it, even in this pack. There would always be someone who hated her for such a reason. As she could do nothing to change it, Pip was forced to accept it as she had before. But certainly, the girl had taken strides backwards in progress from the leaps and bounds she'd made since joining Grizzly Hollow. The brightness in her orange eyes had dulled to a heartsickened luster. For the first time, she found herself wondering if she could make it on her own.

(This post was last modified: Feb 04, 2017, 11:33 PM by Serach. Edit Reason: Staff edit, this isn't a "pack" thread )

Nodding her thanks to Deacon and Nineva as they dropped the herbs off for Pip, she also voiced a small "Thank you." towards the two, turning back towards Pip as she and Tomen snuggled up to each other in the roots. It pained her to see Pip's eyes so dulled as they were, as if everything had crashed upon her. First the abrupt leaving of her siblings and now this. It broke her heart to see the normally chipper wolf to be so...downtrodden.

"Pip, I know you're probably not feeling very well right now but did you want to chew on some lavender hyssop?" Breaking the flower from the dried stems and leaves, she gently pushed the aromatic plant towards the girl, in hopes that at least the smell might help calm her down at tad. "You don't have to of course but it'll help calm you, if you do." And hopefully calm her down enough so Amaryllis could take a proper look at her shoulder but it would be best to relax Pip before trying to treat her wound. Settling down a few feet away from the roots, Amaryllis tried to keep herself calm as she relaxed her shoulders and tail, her ears perched along her head as she lowered it to the ground.

With nothing more to say now, Amaryllis simply closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the flower portion of the hyssop that lay between her paws. The scent certainly relaxed her and slowly, the guilt of how she acted out to Ophelia caught up to her. She have to catch up with her later and giver her apologies.  But for now, she was looking after Pip.

(This post was last modified: Jan 07, 2017, 07:34 PM by Amaryllis.)

Deacon had left, but Nineva remained, fully intending on seeing Pip's care through to the end. While her friend had brought hyssop and ergot to the table, the yearlings own choice in frondescence had been arnica and goldenrod. Silently, she held the medicinal plants betwixt her teeth as she observed the situation wholly. It concerned her greatly that Pip had thought to hide from all of them, and that she still would not come out despite Ophelia's obvious absence. At least she allowed Tomen to enter the tangle of roots with her; it certainly would've been alarming had she shied away from even that.

While Amaryllis offered the lavender to calm, Nineva set down her bundle and picked out a few petals of goldenrod. It was less than she would have given the girl alone, as she did not want to knock the girl out with the combination of medicines (though maybe Pip would need to rest to recover from the trauma that had just occurred). Trotting forward, she placed the cluster dried yellow petals atop the wilted leaves of lavender. Of course this would occur in the winter, after time had stolen some of the potency of even their most recently gathered florae.

"and this will take away the stinging," she informed the girl, before settling in just outside the root structure with the arnica at her paws. This part would take a little bit of time and care, and so she spoke no further as she began to work on making a poultice, chewing the leaves and roots carefully.

Torn between the urge to comfort and protect, and the knowledge that in her place, he would have liked some space, it had taken a little while for Tomen to decide to lay beside her. Amaryllis had been right behind him, had tried to coax the little woman out of her space, but Tomen had known better. Once tucked in beside her, unable to offer much more help than his presence and warmth, the yearling had barely moved since. This was where he needed to be right then. When she laid her head upon his rump he felt some hope that his company might help, and another terrible pang of guilt over what had happened in the first place.

He trusted Oula and Veho and the others to do what was needed with Ophelia, because clearly Tomen had fallen far short of the mark. He hated the thought that Deacon may have been right all along.

He heard rather than saw the herbs arrive, for his head was tucked down beside Pip's thighs and he did not want to move. An ear twitching towards the sound of Amaryllis' voice as she made her suggestion, followed soon after by Nineva's contribution, Tomen pressed his cheek just slightly into the muscle of Pip's leg, a gentle encouragement to take them up on their offerings. It should make her feel better. In her body, at least... he couldn't imagine what she was feeling. Abandoned by blood family and attacked by a member of her pack family... he still couldn't wrap his head around it.

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She was mute. It wouldn't be any hardship to pretend to be deaf as well. But Pip would feel terribly guilty for ignoring her packmates in their efforts to provide comfort. The little female found it easier to accept @Tomen's presence. He was equally silent as herself and simply there. At @Amaryllis's offer, the tawny girl would have turned away completely from the offer had Tomen not pressed his head gently against her thighs in encouragement.

Outwardly, she was calm. Her muscles weren't tense, her eyes not wild and searching for escape as they had been. Inwardly, her heart was clenching painfully and she wasn't sure what to do. Should she leave? Should she try to find Kjell? Of everyone, she trusted in her dark knight's ability and desire to protect her. He had already protected her from that monster. But she would hurt more if she left. While Ophelia may not care for her, it was clear the others did. And honestly, she wasn't positive she could survive the winter alone on the chance that she couldn't find him. Not with an injury like this.

Her face tightened with pain as she relented and leaned over to lick up the lavender plant. Slowly, she chewed on it and found the taste at least was not unpleasant. Dully, she heard @Nineva inform her of her own project and nodded distractedly. It would make them feel better to help her, she realized. That was her duty; to keep her packmates happy and healthy and in good spirits. She had failed miserably in that today, so the least she could do was not be a pill about their treatments.