Blackberry Fields It is, but no, maybe it wasn't?

Back in Blackberry Fields, ready to... Ready for something? No, Rebecca wasn't ready for anything. She had just woke up, still feeling rather sleepy and was just wandering around to see the landscape. just like she wouldn't have seen it before... But well, maybe it was her life? Too boring or something? At least the infected wounds on her neck and back leg didn't tell about boring life, but it had been one time high wiht the cougar. And she hadn't been able to find it again. Limping and not turning her head that much due their encounter, but danger was more important than taking care of herself. The joy was more important than later pains.

Trotting on the field, trying to move her left back thigh as little as possible, left side of her neck not feeling good eitehr. They would probably leave scars and Rebecca was fine with that, only the irritating pain made her angry. It really made it harder to survive through her highs when she would get those again.

<i><b>"Buddy you're a boy
makea big noise
playin' on the street
gonna be a big man some day!

You got mud on yo' face,
you big disgrace

Kickin' your stick
all over the place..."</b></i> the ebony girl sang in the morning light, trying to calm herself down. Not the best song to do that, but only one that cam to her mind, due her rebel mood. Wandering ahead, head hanging low as well as her tail.

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Cailean froze when he heard the noise. It sounded like someone was being strangled...it was a loud, screeching sound that he was uncomfortable with. His ears were flattened and his teeth were bared as he crouched amongst the trees. After crouching on the floor for a few seconds, Cailean realised that it wasn't someone being strangled, but they were words being screamed out. He straightened up again, almost sheepishly, quietly following the direction the sound was coming from.


When he saw the small, wounded wolf he visibly relaxed. Nothing he wouldn't be able to handle. His eyes narrowed as he edged towards the wolf, making sure to be cautious. Although he would be able to stop the wounded female from doing anything, he still didn't want to take any chances. He wouldn't even have considered going near the wolf had she not been injured. He didn't know much about wounds or healing, as he clearly hadn't had much experience in that field, but he knew enough to know that those cuts didn't look good.


<b>"Excuse me, ma'am..."</b> he grunted, eyeing the wolf up and down carefully. He was much taller and broader than her, as he had expected, but they both had pitch black pelts, though unlike him she had sparkly light blue eyes, "Would you mind keeping your voice down? It's kind of early and I'm not sure about anyone else, but I certainly did not want to wake up to that noise." He sat down carefully, his eyes boring into hers. <b>"You don't look too good. I mean, your wounds don't look too good..." </b>He mentally cursed himself for being so awkward. He was so awful at communicating with others, he hadn't done it in so long. He wasn't even 100% sure why he was talking to this wolf, except that he felt bad for her.

(This post was last modified: Feb 01, 2012, 06:39 PM by Cailean.)

Rebecca stared the black wolf that had come to her way. What did he know about? Probably she wouldn't think like that if being on a good mood, but she wasn't. Morning had started poorly, and seemed to continue as poorly. Though she ahd beer wrong earlier as well, so maybe she still had hope? Those thoughts didn't light up her happier temper, so she just kept glaring the brute.

<b>"Hello to you as well. No, I don't want to keep my voice down, apparently you didn't wake to it and if someone else did, it's their problem. And I'm fine, thank you very much. My wounds have their won problems which I have nothing to do with!"</b> Reba snorted, triyng to calm down. It would probably do better if she would just be nicer? Perhaps, maybe not. But it was a worth of an try?

<b>"Sorry, I just had a really bad morning"</b> she continued and attempted to shake her head, but the pain in her neck told her to not do that, so instead she just smiled bitterly to herself. Then she finally payed some better attention to him. He was black like her, but larger which probably ment slower. Well, her speed had slowed down due her stupid back leg. Anyway...

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