Dead Empress Backwater lucky to have you

Backdated to 2/9, for @Clover only.

Eros' couldn't get the sight of @Sharlee's slashed paws or the scent of her blood out of his mind. It was horrifying, realizing all the horrible things that could happen to a wolf, much less those you loved. Everyone always said they'll be fine but what about if they aren't? He'd been so useless and he didn't want to ever feel like that again.

Therefor, when he knew she'd had plenty of time to dote on his aunt, Eros sought out his second mother to ask a favor. He hoped @Archer would be happy, and not feel as though his brother were stepping on his toes.

"Mama Clo?" he called out, catching her scent.

Having had finished collecting more necessary herbs to treat Sharlee's injured paws, as well as check on the woman and make sure she was fine, Clover set out from her medicinal den in search of the nearest food cache to bring something back for her to eat. In a way her injury was almost worse then Vayko's broken paw as with both front feet in their condition meant it was almost impossible to walk around without any assistance, and so she wanted to make it as easy as possible for her friend to get better quickly. If that meant bringing her food when she was hungry, then Clover was happy to do it.

She hadn't gotten far when she heard Eros' voice, and Clover quickly turned around with a warm smile at the boy. "Yes Eros?" Moving closer to him, she gently nuzzled at the fur of his cheek with her nose, hoping that he wasn't too affected by the previous day's events. "What do you need?" Whatever he was after she would do her best to help him out.

(This post was last modified: Mar 05, 2022, 03:45 AM by Clover.)

She didn't appear busy or otherwise put off by his approach, and so he felt confident the woman was not currently tending to any fires. He wagged his tail as she greeted him, peach eyes closing briefly with happiness.

What do you need?

"Um," he hesitated a moment, still unsure if this was necessarily a good choice. What if it made things less special for Archer, what if Ma had her paws full already with one student? He pushed on anyways, because he wouldn't know if he didn't try.

"I wanna, I wanna learn how to do what you do. Help people when they're hurt. Everyone... everyone keeps getting hurt."

Eros was starting to think this was simply life, dangerous even if thrillingly fun. He needed to be prepared for it, instead of trying to soften the jagged edges of nature's ways.