- Hopelessly far backdated to: 04/07/2014
She was out patrolling, again, pretty much all she did these days; The life of a pack wolf. Even though the herds had returned with spring, making food much easier to find, the borders still needed to be maintained; and she needed to gather herbs to refill the stores, which were still low. Though she had begun her training as a healer, so far it was pretty much all she was good for - her head was full of new knowledge, lists of plants endlessly repeating in her mind as she walked - but she longed to learn more, and to use her knowledge in praxis. For now she rebuild the stores, patrolling the borders while waiting for her next lesson. This was how she used her time, she patrolled, she hunted, she slept; whenever @Nina had the time, she taught her. @Coal had left, gone scouting across the mountains and would likely be gone for several weeks. She was sad to see him go, her heart aching even though she knew he would come back; I should have gone with him! The orange girl stopped up, shaking her head; her place was here, helping out the pack. Sighing, she lowered her head once more, sniffing to find the scent trail to continue her patrol; but her snout caught another smell. She jerked her head back up, ears circling attentively; Blood! For a moment thrill rushed through her body, then she realized the horrible truth; this wasn't the smell of prey! Feet picking up speed quickly, the young wolfess followed her sharp nose through the thicket, skillfully weaving in and out between trunks and branches like she had done so many times before. Her eyes were dilated in panic, heart racing, yet her mind was surprisingly clear, already working through the countless possibilities to try and decide on appropriate action. Only when she arrived upon the scene did she mentally shut down, body freezing in lace as she saw the victim. She was in a small clearing somewhere mid between the borders and the pack den at the center of the territory. The forest reeked of wolves blood, and on the ground, the remaining snow beneath him slowly colored red by his blood, lay Rayne. His eyes were closed, his side barely moving as he breathed, and his leg was bend in an unnatural angle, the white edge of a broken bone visible through a nasty wound; "Rayne! Oh no Rayne, what has happened to you?!" Word count: 416 ”Speech” Thoughts |
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