Restless Stroll

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mercianne

Walk | Talk | Think

She could practically feel the waves of anxiety coming off of the wolf as he lay his head in the snow and bared his problem to her, seeking her assistance and anything she could do to help. But even as she listened, she wondered what she might be capable of doing. She was no licensed healer, she had no practice with the arts, and it would have been a lie if she had claimed to have very much experience dealing others after living such an isolated life as she had before coming to the Glaciem. She felt in over her head, desperate to help but terrified she might say or do the wrong thing, something to set him off and either earn his ire or drive him away when he so very much needed and practically begged for help.

A short sigh exited from her muzzle, her brown eyes closing as she tried to organize everything in her thoughts. Visions. An inability to differentiate between reality and fantasy. A sense that these visions were truth, in some part. It was confusing, but at the same time she needed to find a way out, a way to solve the puzzle for him and not let him down. "What can I do?" she asked gently at last, her tone concerned. "How can I help you?" She wanted to, but unsure how, unsure what to offer, what to say, she hoped he might have an idea.