livewire
04-04-2017, 01:35 PM
Goodness, her herb stores were in dire need of assistance.
It had been so long since she'd actually felt well enough to go herb hunting that she was running low on many of her stores, though mostly from the herbs growing old and musty rather than seeing a whole lot of use other than treating her own problems. She had not been particularly active when it came to contributing to the general health of the pack, as of lack, and she could only hope that Vali and Storm had been able to take up the slack without too much trouble.
Sighing, she continued to sort through what needed to be thrown out, but was drawn from her task by the sound of a distantly familiar howl. Calling for her, specifically. Who on earth would be calling for her? It took her a moment to puzzle out where she had heard that voice before, but when she did her thin face brightened. Quintus! Why, she hadn't seen him in... years. Many years, she realized. Not since before the long years of illness that left her a slim wraith of her old self, not since old age had snuck up and grabbed hold.
She made her way with that curiously slow and hesitant, yet still so graceful motion to the border.
And there was Quintus.
It was oddly surprising to see that he'd aged as well though it really shouldn't be. She smiled at the sight of him, a slow gentle smile that was rather different than the exuberantly bossy girl she'd been back then. Things had certainly changed.
"Hello, Quintus," she said simply.
It had been so long since she'd actually felt well enough to go herb hunting that she was running low on many of her stores, though mostly from the herbs growing old and musty rather than seeing a whole lot of use other than treating her own problems. She had not been particularly active when it came to contributing to the general health of the pack, as of lack, and she could only hope that Vali and Storm had been able to take up the slack without too much trouble.
Sighing, she continued to sort through what needed to be thrown out, but was drawn from her task by the sound of a distantly familiar howl. Calling for her, specifically. Who on earth would be calling for her? It took her a moment to puzzle out where she had heard that voice before, but when she did her thin face brightened. Quintus! Why, she hadn't seen him in... years. Many years, she realized. Not since before the long years of illness that left her a slim wraith of her old self, not since old age had snuck up and grabbed hold.
She made her way with that curiously slow and hesitant, yet still so graceful motion to the border.
And there was Quintus.
It was oddly surprising to see that he'd aged as well though it really shouldn't be. She smiled at the sight of him, a slow gentle smile that was rather different than the exuberantly bossy girl she'd been back then. Things had certainly changed.
"Hello, Quintus," she said simply.