On Death and Dying
01-09-2016, 04:17 PM
She peered up at Starling when he praised her for her quick thinking. She knew he would be at a loss without his herbs, a feeling she knew too well like when she felt at a loss without her family. But they had left, and in their place came her uncle. Her own saving grace, and in that process new friends like Tinaro and Starling. While she refrained from wagging her tail in the moment of praise (not that she could because of her fear of what was happening), she listened to his instructions before heading off with her uncle to collect the water. They were gone no more then a minute or two, the girl loping back to Starling as she placed her moss next to her uncle's. She watched Starling sort out what he might need, and while she didn't really know what was what, she watched with concentration so that she might be able to apply this in the future. "I-is there s-something I can do?" She couldn't just sit and watch. She wanted to help her pack mates, like they had been helping her survive. "SPEAK" |
