Brother, Brother
04-25-2017, 02:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-27-2017, 02:37 AM by Exodus.)
The boy's eyes spun as he tried to focus on one wolf, and then the other that came just a moment behind. His unfocused gaze moved from one to the other, focusing on the female when she suddenly said something he could understand. And in a common accent, one that reminded him of his mother. Instinctively, he tried to do as he was asked, rolling to from his side to his belly and trying to put his paws under him, but as he did so, he felt the severe sting in his pads and he flopped back to his side, hissing and gritting his teeth as he did so. Now that he'd taken the weight off his paws for a few moments, trying to put weight back on the burnt pads was excruciating. Not to mention, his head was spinning in an unimaginable manner, making it impossible to tell which way was up, and which way was down. How was he supposed to stand on his own paws?
Fortunately for him, the wolves that had found him knew what they were doing. They recognized his distress, and they formulated a plan to help him quickly. He was reassured when the female gently licked across his brow, a gesture that seemed oddly familiar. Again, it reminded him of his mother, and he found himself wondering about her... missing her sorely. All he wanted in this moment was to be comforted by her, but he'd been away from her so long, he wasn't sure if such a thing would ever be a possibility. But it didn't stop him from thinking of her now, and he tried to focus on his thoughts as the two wolves began to wok on moving his hefty frame.
It was a painful process as the two wolves moved him onto the stretched hide; they took turns dragging him by his dehydrated pelt, his stretched out skin hardly snapping back into place as it should. He was a big boy, so it wasn't as simple as moving a small pup across the sand - despite his hunger and exhaustion he was hefty for his age, and he could feel the struggle in the way they pulled at him to get him onto their stretcher. He groaned somewhat, and he tried to shuffle his paws in the sand as though to push himself along as they pulled, but he wasn't sure if it helped at all. It only seemed to hurt more as he pressed his sensitive, blistered paws into the hot, gritty sand.
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Exodus slept as soon as the wolves had moved him onto the stretched out hide, feeling as though he'd been blessed with some sort of safety, a momentary haven. It had been such a relieving feeling that he almost felt as careless as a little pup again, relying on the knowledge of the adults that had rescued him, having faith that they would have all of the answers, that they would be able to save the day. He only woke again when he heard a familiar voice, but one he'd not hear in a long time, so long in fact that it should not be familiar at all; however, he recognized it all the same, as though he'd never been apart from his brother. His head lifted slowly, and his unfocused, blinking eyes sought out the familiar face - there it was. His brother Knight. A weak grin spread across the boy's face. "Knight?" he said softly, "Is this a dream, or... Ah'm not about to die, am I?" A slight tone of worry tinged his voice as he suddenly tried to focus more vividly on his sibling. This was real, wasn't it?
The way his brother set to work on him so quickly worried him a bit, yet at the same time it set him at ease. Everything would be okay. His brother was here, and there was a whole team of wolves to help. Where they'd come from, he had no idea but it didn't matter. He laid his head to the ground, his eyes slowly shutting once more as he heard an unfamiliar she-wolf call to a younger wolf.
The young male made haste as he heard his mentor call out - he'd been listening, waiting anxiously for his turn to play a role, but not wanting to be in the way of the experienced healers. When Kavamaya howled to him, he dashed over quickly, his tail low and ears back, eyes wide as he looked to the situation that was clearly dire. He had already heard their conversation, and without the need for further instruction, he glanced over the wolves quickly, and then quicklly made off to grab the water bladder. And he remembered where they'd stored the Aloe leaves, too. He would grab all of it, and take that worry away from the rest of the healers as they tended to other important tasks.
Tavamos dived toward the small dug-out space the pack had made to store their goods temporarily, snuffling through the items there until he found what he needed. The water bladder, and the Aloe leaves. He snatched them up and headed for the fresh water of the Basin. Setting down the thick, prickly leaves, he leaned toward the water with the bladder held firmly in his jaws, filling it with water until it was rather heavy. He set it down carefully until he could arrange a good hold on the bladder and the leaves, and then he picked them up and set off, heading back to the site where all the commotion was. Tavamos approached the healers quickly, carefully setting down the goods he'd brought. "Thug mé an t-uisce, agus fágann an aló. Le do thoil, an bhfuil rud ar bith eile de dhíth ort? (I've brought the water, and the Aloe leaves. Please, is there anything else you need?" the boy stood anxiously, ready to take off at a moment's notice should he be asked to retrieve anything else, or to help here should they need extra paws.
Fortunately for him, the wolves that had found him knew what they were doing. They recognized his distress, and they formulated a plan to help him quickly. He was reassured when the female gently licked across his brow, a gesture that seemed oddly familiar. Again, it reminded him of his mother, and he found himself wondering about her... missing her sorely. All he wanted in this moment was to be comforted by her, but he'd been away from her so long, he wasn't sure if such a thing would ever be a possibility. But it didn't stop him from thinking of her now, and he tried to focus on his thoughts as the two wolves began to wok on moving his hefty frame.
It was a painful process as the two wolves moved him onto the stretched hide; they took turns dragging him by his dehydrated pelt, his stretched out skin hardly snapping back into place as it should. He was a big boy, so it wasn't as simple as moving a small pup across the sand - despite his hunger and exhaustion he was hefty for his age, and he could feel the struggle in the way they pulled at him to get him onto their stretcher. He groaned somewhat, and he tried to shuffle his paws in the sand as though to push himself along as they pulled, but he wasn't sure if it helped at all. It only seemed to hurt more as he pressed his sensitive, blistered paws into the hot, gritty sand.
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Exodus slept as soon as the wolves had moved him onto the stretched out hide, feeling as though he'd been blessed with some sort of safety, a momentary haven. It had been such a relieving feeling that he almost felt as careless as a little pup again, relying on the knowledge of the adults that had rescued him, having faith that they would have all of the answers, that they would be able to save the day. He only woke again when he heard a familiar voice, but one he'd not hear in a long time, so long in fact that it should not be familiar at all; however, he recognized it all the same, as though he'd never been apart from his brother. His head lifted slowly, and his unfocused, blinking eyes sought out the familiar face - there it was. His brother Knight. A weak grin spread across the boy's face. "Knight?" he said softly, "Is this a dream, or... Ah'm not about to die, am I?" A slight tone of worry tinged his voice as he suddenly tried to focus more vividly on his sibling. This was real, wasn't it?
The way his brother set to work on him so quickly worried him a bit, yet at the same time it set him at ease. Everything would be okay. His brother was here, and there was a whole team of wolves to help. Where they'd come from, he had no idea but it didn't matter. He laid his head to the ground, his eyes slowly shutting once more as he heard an unfamiliar she-wolf call to a younger wolf.
The young male made haste as he heard his mentor call out - he'd been listening, waiting anxiously for his turn to play a role, but not wanting to be in the way of the experienced healers. When Kavamaya howled to him, he dashed over quickly, his tail low and ears back, eyes wide as he looked to the situation that was clearly dire. He had already heard their conversation, and without the need for further instruction, he glanced over the wolves quickly, and then quicklly made off to grab the water bladder. And he remembered where they'd stored the Aloe leaves, too. He would grab all of it, and take that worry away from the rest of the healers as they tended to other important tasks.
Tavamos dived toward the small dug-out space the pack had made to store their goods temporarily, snuffling through the items there until he found what he needed. The water bladder, and the Aloe leaves. He snatched them up and headed for the fresh water of the Basin. Setting down the thick, prickly leaves, he leaned toward the water with the bladder held firmly in his jaws, filling it with water until it was rather heavy. He set it down carefully until he could arrange a good hold on the bladder and the leaves, and then he picked them up and set off, heading back to the site where all the commotion was. Tavamos approached the healers quickly, carefully setting down the goods he'd brought. "Thug mé an t-uisce, agus fágann an aló. Le do thoil, an bhfuil rud ar bith eile de dhíth ort? (I've brought the water, and the Aloe leaves. Please, is there anything else you need?" the boy stood anxiously, ready to take off at a moment's notice should he be asked to retrieve anything else, or to help here should they need extra paws.