Just save me

*Rhythm* · 01-12-2016, 08:56 PM

While Rhyme and Rhys were becoming increasingly large and independent Rhythm couldn't help but continue to think of them as her little babies. Despite less room in the den, and having less and less leftovers from dinner, Rhythm loved having her little guys so close to her. She tried to cherish every moment because soon enough they'd want their own dens and she would have to go back to sleeping alone. The Destruction woman would shake her head of the thought, no enjoy the now while she could. Her paws would carry her through the territory, she had been stashing little cache's of herbs all over the territory just in case something happened she'd always have the essentials close by.

She was glad for it too, the moment she heard Rhy's screams she'd come running. Her mind was on one track, get to her baby and get her to safety. She couldn't think about what herbs were where, this could be life or death. Soon enough she'd hear the calls for her name, and in a few more moments Rhythm was there. Rhys was in her sights, and obviously in tremendous amounts of pains as she wriggled helplessly on the ground. Rhythm wouldn't slow down until she was practically on top of the girl, "Rhys! Rhys, baby.." She couldn't find it in her to make coherent sentences so she wouldn't. Immediately though the quills covering her daughter's face would become apparent.

While still very much an emergency Rhythm would find herself calming slightly, her breathing would come easier and she'd still herself for Rhys's sake. "It's alright baby, shh..." She wouldn't need scolding about messing with porcupines she would have to guess. "I know it hurts a lot, but it's going to be okay. Can you come with me to the barn? I'll get you something for the pain and I can start getting those quills out." Her worry was obvious, but she'd breathe evenly and offer as much support to Rhys as she could until she was able to get into the barn and a safer more quiet environment. Rhythm had never actually seen anyone with porcupine quills imbedded in the skin, but most wolves didn't go after them. What had Rhys been thinking? They'd told her about them hadn't they? Her eyes would spot the dug out den just a meter or two away and began to wonder.
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