Novella had not been Sorrel's first patient, though his aunt was certainly proving to be a rather difficult case. The boy was still learning, it probably wasn't best for him to be the main healer of the pack and yet somehow it seemed that he had ended up with the role without any other healers around to help him out.
Physical ailments he had of course witnessed and even helped in his two years of life though never had he come across any mental problems. There was no illness that he could diagnose here and yet something obviously wasn't right with his aunt. She seemed even less enthusiastic about things than even Sorrel himself, rather down-in-the-dumps and simply gloomy despite the joy that she was apparently meant to carry in her soul right now.
He had no real solution, lavender had calmed her a little, helped her to sleep which had begun to lift her spirits but for the most part he wasn't sure what else he could do to help her. His mother surely would have had a solution though by now Sorrel had given up hope of seeing her suddenly appear in Threar again. He missed her terribly of course and in moments like these certainly admired and even envied the expertise she'd always shown.
There were other healers in other packs he could learn from, that might even be able to help his aunt recover. The problem arose however in the fact that Sorrel lacked the confidence and general social skills to even consider such possibilities. They were rather stuck until someone else went for help, all Sorrel seemed to do these days was venture out to find more herbs that would likely do nothing at all for Novella. And so here he was on yet another little expedition, Ellingham flying silently above him as the pair quietly went about their search for something.
...and back to the Nook the creature did stalk. Her head was lowered, jaws parted as she breathed in and out in heavy breathes. Anger seemed to radiate off her body, and blood from a recent kill stained her coat. It hadn't been enough. Killing and feeding hadn't been enough. She still hurt. There was such pain in her heart, regret, torment. Why hadn't she done more for Lydovne? Why had the boy, Toxin, gone with the enemy? It wasn't right! The whole situation was upside down and even though it had been done with for some time it still ate at her conscious. She wanted to make it stop. To scream at it to shut up over and over until it finally let her be. Rainbow would stumble, leg caught up under a root, and where she fell she would lay.
She was sick of it. Sick of the hurting. The pain. All she had wanted was her family. To grow up happily with her parents and Spencer. Spencer... thoughts of longing for her "twin" brought a choked sob from the beast's lips. He had been precious, oh so precious. He was a light in the dark. Her light in the dark. He had been there, whispering things of hope to her even when things were at their bleakest. He gave her a reason to smile... and now... now...
Rainbow hadn't even realized that she had started to cry. The tears ran thick down her furry cheeks as she lay where she fell. She didn't want to get up. Didn't even want to try. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. The female let out a pitiful howl to the sky. She wanted her brother back. But how on earth did you summon the dead? So quickly that anger faded to sadness... that crushing sadness that threatened to crush her.
Sorrel remained clueless to the presence of another stalking through the Nook for a few precious moments. As far as he was concerned it was simply him and his owl wandering around though the sound as the second wolf fell was what gave him his first clue that he was no longer alone. Mismatched gaze glanced up to Ellingham for a moment, the sound hadn't come from above though a part of Sorrel hoped that perhaps it was just the owl landing in a tree or something. Of course he had no such luck, Ellingham was still in the air, gazing back at Sorrel for a moment before flying off ahead to see for them what lay up ahead.
He could hear the crying before Ellingham had made it back, combined with the mournful howl that rang out it unsettled him. Sorrel wasn't good with emotions at the best of times and now there was one emotional wolf wandering somewhere around the Nook. Perhaps it was time to head home, call this a fruitless search and try again tomorrow or some time that this crying had ceased and left the lands clear once more.
"It's a wolf." Ellingham announced as he came back into view, drifting closer to Sorrel again though the pale boy had already turned to begin heading home. "I heard." Sorrel remarked simply, he wasn't deaf after all could definitely recognise the sounds of his own species. "They've fallen though Sorrel, I'm not sure if they can get up. They were just lying there crying, they might need some help." Why did this keep happening to him? OK well it had only been twice that a stranger had needed his healing skills but that was two more times than Sorrel wanted. "Fine." He huffed. "Lead the way."
Ellingham once more rose keeping low enough that it was easy for Sorrel to follow, not to mention harder for the boy to try and slip away. They'd spent a year together now and though he'd seen Sorrel begin to open up a little more, he wouldn't put it past him to still try flee the scene. It was too late for that now though, they were upon the distraught wolf, indeed she was lying on the ground and crying though Sorrel would first of all find himself staring at her back, the blocks of colours that trailed down it. He'd never seen a wolf with such bright array of colours. She looked weird.
It seemed she would not be left in her sorrows. No, never really alone. But whom she would hope to save her was not the one to find her. It was not Fenris, nor was it one of her babus, her poor, poor babus! The beast had heard the flapping of wings, of approaching pawsteps, and she would look up to see the golden young man gazing at her. The tears continued to flow all the same, teeth bared in her emotional pain. She would try to shift, but then wince. Had... Had she twisted her paw on that root? Damn it all! The beast would swallow hard, fighting with instinct.
"What... do you want with me?" Her words were wary, untrusting. She would try to force herself to stand, favoring her right foreleg. "...Trouble... or not?" She had no way of knowing his nature... If he was an enemy or not. How she wished Fenris were here!
It was a good job that Ellingham was not the egotistical sort or else Sorrel would probably never hear the end of events such as these. The multicoloured woman was clearly troubled by something and in pain of some sort, the wince of pain not unnoticed by the young healer as she moved or at least attempted to.
She would question his motives but the boy would only cast her glance to her legs, one clearly pained as she shifted her wait to avoid putting weight and pressure upon it. "Your leg, what happened to it?" He wouldn't waste any time with calming or talking to the wary woman, instead get straight to the point. Ellingham observed quietly, though ready to step in if the boy stepped too far out of line with his cold nature.