Healers Promise
01-06-2016, 12:46 AM
Arietta felt a little more at ease now that the older wolves were not looming over them spewing threats. One should never kick a man when he was done, at least that was what Arietta believed. Of course she was a bit biased however. The one who had been hit hardest was her son. Her baby. Forsaken had not been there to help his brother and honestly that frustrated the woman. She could understand her youngest litter being away in Donostrea, too small to fight... But ‘saken? Was he truly a coward at heart? The femme would keep herself settled upon the earth, her good eye focused on her son. The other was squeezed tightly closed, fresh blood around it. She was fairly sure the eye itself had been damaged by the pain she had -- even if she couldn’t open it right now. She was glad that the young healer had taken hold of the situation... Though she wasn’t exactly eager to have her would cleaned. She’d glance at Xeph with an apologetic look. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind being saddled with the task. |