The ebony female limped slightly over the snow, she had been leading Zilas slowly toward White Fir Notch’s territory, there wasn’t much more she could do then clean his wounds until she could get to the den and grab what few herbs remained, their potency sadly having been reduced by the cold and any new growth killed off until springtime brought fresh birth to the herbs of the earth. Alot raced through the young woman’s mind, how would she go about bring this before Gent and Raela, Zilas had been a keystone to the pack back when they were Round Stone Crest, she couldn’t deny now that he had changed, maybe even a bit unstable, but she was sure his loyalty to the pack still could be rekindled, Gent would be the largest barrier they faced.
Sylva paused by the frozen stream’s edge, it was early morning, the dull sunlight shining through the barren branches of the trees above. “Come on, let’s rest your shoulder.” she murmured quietly, While his wound did seem to be healed enough for travel, Sylva didn’t want to cause any permanent damage to it by working the white wolf too much. She still had a lot of explaining to do justify her long absence from the Notch;s territory, but she felt that helping an injured wolf, even doubly so that it was Zilas would be enough, but she was ready to beg, plead and appease if she came upon the Alpha’s wraith, she was acting for the good of the pack. She settled down by the creek’s age “How are you hanging in there?”
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