Familiar as a Stranger

*Orica* · 10-13-2016, 04:51 PM

He didn't know where his mother was... He rattled off another, unfamiliar name - explaining that he'd at least had food recently enough to look as well as he did. A while he said. How long was a while. How long since he'd had the shelter of a parent? Orica had to stem down her worry - questions like: how was this pup alive? what kind of predators roamed these parts? Was he even old enough to be without milk? (She was a healer long enough to know you couldn't just go by size. Teeth were the best instructor) - No, she didn't want to alarm him. A pup would have no wish to listen to a panicing adult. But the poor thing.

She watched him flop into the snow. Heard the question and smiled. "Why you're right. Goodness how rude of me. My name is Orica. I'm a mother myself, you know, though my pups are all grown up." Her smile dimmed a little. "I would've been horrified if I'd lost one of them. They explored plenty in their day, but they were always back by sundown. How many days have you been on this adventure of yours?" She was careful to keep any sound of reproach or lecture out of her voice. If it was only a few days maybe she could help him find a way back. But there always tended to be more. The biggest missing piece of the puzzle was why the pup's parents hadn't come after him. No matter how fast a whelp might run, it couldn't outpace a full grown wolf, much less a parent. She'd bet her left paw there was more to this. A kidnapping, a predator, another wolf, maybe something had happened to make the others think he was dead. Certainly death would have been the only thing that could keep her away from her children. Actually even then she wasn't so certain. There might be an herb in her bag that could keep her soul around long enough to protect them.

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