Verdant Mosses heaven's got a plan for you

Private for unspecified <3 it's a secret.

Pyriel seemed to be quite well-suited for pack life, but Tinley... she was not. In the months since they'd joined Aurora Heights, she had failed to develop any sort of relationship with any packmates, sans Pyre. And even he, she felt as though they'd drifted apart. Perhaps it had been her fault all along, but she just couldn't do it. She'd come here in search of Mace, but it seemed that her father was not in these lands. The lack of guidance, or of a driving force, had caused Tinley to become so distant from her pack that she rarely even caught glimpses of them anymore. Even when she was in the territory, she avoided them all to the best of her abilities.

From time to time, she wished she had never even run into Pyriel in the first place. That she'd never left the Bloodbreakers in the first place, and that she refused to care about where her father went. Most of the time, however, it was like today - she'd wandered a bit from the territory in the vain, highly optimistic hope that she might find Mace's scent.

Today, her travel had led her to a green place - vibrant and beautiful, but eerily silent. She wasn't sure what to think of it, but it was a nice change of pace from the mountain. Her paws made no noise on the moss beneath her, and she glanced from side to side, enjoying the sights around her. It hardly crossed the young woman's mind that the day could possibly move from dull and quiet to life-changing in a heartbeat, but it was about to.

Bane didn't know why he found himself trailing around these lands again and again. He did not particularly like them. Not at all, actually... Though the bright glow of the mosses and the warmth here might have been appealing in a sense, everything else about it screamed a bad time. The mugginess, the muddy earth, the smell of rot, the ecessive amount of creepy crawlies, the tangled foliage, the sense that you were being watched (Which in Bane's case occurred every time he had come here).... Perhaps his brain was telling him something he had not quite figured out yet. Perhaps he secretly wanted to know more of the Aniwaya wolves. Ether way, this time around he would use Inali as his excuse in a hopes he would pick up her trail. Likely, she was out and about trying to find them something to eat. 

At this point, within the mossy territory, Bane had found himself at a loss. He settled atop one of the various stumps here if what once was likely a large and beautiful tree. It didn't take much time at all before he would hear the approach of another wolf and he sought out her scent. She was close. Instantly, Bane found himself lifting up off of his perch and backing up, assuming a low position. He didn't want any trouble. The first wolf he met here had thought hard about tearing him to shreds and the second wolf had torn him. His forelimb throbbed just at the thought of it, which had not at all been doing well as far as the healing process went. Bane had no intention of coming across yet another sour encounter here. 

(This post was last modified: Sep 07, 2017, 03:47 PM by Bane.)

It was impossible for Tinley to have ever guessed that every choice, every action, every decision made... it all had led up in a concatenation to this moment, here and now. Because, with all the injuries and infections she had treated in the past, it was easy for her to be able to scent this one before she saw it. The smell of infected wound filled the green forest, and it didn't take very long for her to be able to find the source of said infection.

The dark-pelted man shied back from her as she approached, but the healer just offered him a sort of half-smile in an attempt to soothe his nerves. Her orange eyes appraised him, trying to find the source of the infected scent, and landed on his foreleg - puffy and inflamed from an untreated, unhealthy injury. The young wolf's brows knitted in concern, and she raised her gaze up to meet his own. "I am not here to hurt you," she assured, then glanced back down at his injury. "My name is Tinley Attaya - I'm a healer. Would it be alright for me to take a look at your injury?" It was completely optional, but the diluted black wolf hoped he would take her up on her offer. She never had been able to leave hurt wolves alone.

He could not help but be surprised, which was obvious by the perking in his ears, the dumbfounded look on his face. She was the first wolf he had met in these lands that had firstly not wanted to fight him the moment they saw him. In fact, by her first sentence, she confirmed that she had no intention of harming him at all. Then she offered her name and mentioned that she was a healer and, even more so, wished to take a look at his wound. Bane had not wanted Inali to mess with the wound at all. Had told her that the woman who bit him seemed crazy, was definitely sick and he did not want Inali to get sick ether. Although if this female was some sort of healer and knew what she was doing, perhaps she could help him? After all, Inali was a scout and Bane had been a guardian and had done some scouting in his time. Neither of them were well rounded in the art of herbs. 

"Tinley..." He spoke her name, finding himself taking a single step then back towards her before falling down onto his haunches once more in a sit. He was still a cautious man by nature, so did not lay down, but slid his injured forelimb out from himself and towards her direction. "It is so nice of you to help..." His smile showed his true thankfulness of the young woman, though his orange gaze plagued with worry. "Please be careful. The woman who bit me, she was thin and matted, she didn't seem well." Perhaps the woman before him would decide it would be best not to come near him. Perhaps she would only think that she had been sick with fever and a desperate loner. Ether way, Bane did not feel right not mentioning it should the young woman contract any feverish signs after this as well. "I'm Bane." He then introduced with another genuine smile.