Ryka Tiaroth was a busy wolf, and with good reason. She had never been the type to laze around doing absolutely nothing, even in her birth pack. She liked to make herself useful to those she served, those she lived with. It made her feel important and appreciated...that she was doing everything she could to make the lives of everyone a little easier. Even as a youngster, she had been this way. She always had her nose in something, constantly investigating and studying. Even if from time to time, the subject wasn't any of her business. With her role as Healer, she primarily focused on searching for a wide variety of medicinal herbs to stock the medical den with. This often meant frequent, extended outings outside of Black Thorn Down territory, but it was well worth it. With the scare that Tokino had given them a while ago, she was keen on being fully prepared in case a more urgent emergency rose like that again. Life was good, and relatively peaceful so far. There had been no trouble from the neighboring pack, or any signs of Ash Hervok. Yet, being on alert could never hurt either. Lately, she had been so caught up in her duties and checking up on Tokino from time to time, that any recent events had slipped right past her. And that included any new wolves who had joined the ranks. With her tail parallel to the ground and waving happily, the dusty brown form of the she wolf emerged from the tangle of blackberry bushes trees. In her mouth, she gently carried a small variety of plants. They were for the pups...not as food of course, but as educational tools. They were still young, but at least familiarizing themselves with the sight and smell of the herbs would do them good. But, as she just skipped over the border, a nearby scent made her pause. She took several inquisitive, soft sniffs. Another wolf, most certainly of Black Thorn Downs, but their scent wasn't one she had come across of yet. Must be a new addition. Adjusting her course, she followed the scent until a pale figure caught her eye. And from the look of his posture, he didn't look too happy. Dropping the cluster of plants at her paws, she cleared her throat. "Why so glum? Is...something wrong?"She asked in soft, concerned yet tentative voice. She didn't want to intrude if it was anything personal.
Played by Hero who has 36 posts.
Inactive III. Subordinate
Couth
Couth
 Sex: Male Alignment: Chaotic Good
Age: 13 Years
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Another whine escaped his lips and his eyes closed to escape the reality in which he'd been given, so much had changed within the month that he felt lost in his own skin, he was a practicing medic and yet he felt sick with an illness that no herb could cure. If he could muster the courage to he could have left the Lore behind to find Sagacity and Mercy and assure himself that she had not perished while on scouting trip and yet he was not a brave wolf any longer. He remained but a shadow of what he once was and it saddened him that this was the wolf he'd turned into; scared, sad, and alone.
So into his own pity party, the chocolate male did not notice her approach, it wasn't until her voice broke the silence that his honey eyes fell on her physique to lock eyes on her pretty blues. He was sure that eventually Black Thorn Downs would feel like home, it would have to, but seeing Ryka in all her beauty helped him to momentarily forget about Hollowheart Keep and Sagacity. "I lost everything..." he started, his gaze turning from her and to the herbs that lay so gently at his feet, he would always be proud of his skill and smelled strongly of the talent he possessed, she did as well, he wondered for a moment if she practiced medicine as well. "am I too loud?" was the only words that came next as he sought to search her face once more. Her beauty would help him to forget, but for how long?
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