Mountain of Dire If This is What it Takes

The was the large youths turn to watch quietly as the attention shifted from him, and onto his brown friend. Lorcan ame closer, his crooked ear perking as the male spoke, swallowing nervously when he came closer to Pebble’s shoulder. Daesamar had no clue how herbs worked and found it a bit faciating, that they’d be willing to help an absolute stranger with them. Sure, he knew that they tended to grow when it was warmer,m calling the moments of lush growth back home, but with this seemingly never ending cold, what if they didn’t grow back? It had to be a good sign that they wanted them then.

Piety spoke next, directly to Pebble, Silver eyes turned to watch, this was the moment that had the yearling nervous and on edge. What her answer would be. She nodded yes, Daesamar sighed in relief, letting the breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding expel. It was a silent agreement, burt for him, it spoke volumes. “Thank you.” he murmured softly, letting the tension in his shoulders relax as he turned back toward Lorcan and Piety, unsure what to do now, though it seemed clear, at least he hoped he was reading it right.

It was clear that @Daesamar wished to join the tarn wolves, however his friend seemed less enthusiastic. Still, whether the small female decided to stay or go, Lorcan would still take it upon himself to inspect her wound left by the mountain goat. The agouti male hesitated a moment before proceeding to sniff at the marks on her shoulder, careful not to get too close in case she felt intimidated or threatened by him being so close. The healer could smell no signs of infection. It seemed she had done well to keep the wound clean. Treatment with some white fir bark would certainly speed up the healing process though, which he explained before turning to Piety. 

The male took a few steps back to give the quiet female some space as Piety asked if she wished to join them. Golden eyes remained focused on Pebble (@Anaeia) and a smile pulled at his charcoal lips as he noticed the nod of her head and the quick sweep of her tail in agreement. It was settled. Turning back to glance briefly at Piety, he let a rumble of satisfaction rumble through him. Then, loping over towards Daesamar first, he moved to grasp his muzzle gently between his jaws in a sign of acceptance before brushing himself alongside him to cover the male in his scent. He would repeat the process with Pebble, and allow Piety a chance to accept them herself, before leading the pair back across the borders of their new home.

# P O R C A N

sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realise

how much they need to fall back together

Piety only needed Pebble's agreeance for it to be clear what would happen next. The pale Santoro allowed Lorcan to act first, her stance strong as she patiently waited. Once he was finished she would move in and repeat the same process he had gone through. When that was taken care of she'd offer a soft woof of invitation to the two newest Tarn wolves.

We'll get this goat taken care of and then you can tend to Pebble. Piety spoke as her gaze settled on Lorcan briefly. Regardless of the order of tending to things, the duo now had a place in the Tarn. She was glad she had been friendly to Daesamar some time ago as it now seemed to be paying off for all of them.

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