The only girl that could talk to him
12-30-2015, 12:25 AM
He'd quickly notice the sickness on her scent and he'd quickly move to lay next to her in the snow so that he could press his side to her and curl around her smaller form, worry washing over him. She spoke, confirming that she didn't feel well. He'd run his tongue over her forehead and ears in slow, rhythmic motions, hoping that it might soothe her some. He had no idea what might be making her feel this way. He hated sicknesses partly because of his nearly nonexistent healing knowledge and the fact that it wasn't a tangible enemy that he could protect her from or fight. He liked threats that he could sink his teeth into and rip to shreds, not ones that were some vague thing in the universe that caused his queen to feel sick. He grew curious when she mentioned that she had only felt like this once before. He continued his careful and caring licks over her head and continued them down over her scruff as well while he quietly pondered what could have caused this illness that she would have experienced before. Was it something she had eaten? Did something he hunted do this to her? He would feel awful if that was the case. Of course he had no way to know that she had been pregnant before so that wasn't even a thought that came to his mind. "What is it, Isolde?" he'd finally ask, not coming up with any real answers on his own and wanting to know what it was so that maybe he could find a solution for her, even if it meant dragging a healer here by their scruff. |
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