Internal Clock In Smithereens
05-03-2016, 11:09 AM
She had been wondering the north now for a few days. Hunting here and there, reminiscing in old memories, some bad some good. But the caves she had not visited very often. Though she had grown, she still held an adventurous side to here, along with still being hot headed. Nose to the ground she moved at a steady pace, tail waving high like a banner swaying back and forth. Suddenly she halted, that scent she knew but it was tainted. Lifting her head up, brows creased in worry. She only wasted another heartbeat before she took off in earnest to hunt down the owner of the scent. There in the distance, she saw him, running from something but she couldn't tell what. She tried to call out to him but her voice faltered. How long has it been since she spoke? Would he remember her? Would he hate her? She huffed before sprinting after him. Something was wrong, her brother needed her. She reached the cave just in time to see the male crash to the ground. She yelped in alarm before rushing to his side. "Rin? Rin!" She nosed his cheek and at once noticed how warm he was. Ears laid back as she gazed over him. He was sick, very sick. Looking around the cave for moss and water, she gathered as much as she carefully could. Bringing it over to Rin she gently dabbed his forehead with a dampened moss ball. "Please wake up Rin...please" |