Healing is the worst part
06-27-2013, 05:33 PM
Eren sat inside the den, wondering about the behavior of Eria. Eren had been a thoughtful wolf ever since her puphood, she had never played before and found no joy in doing so. It had all been about surviving, when she had tried to impress her mother or father, she had been shunned. While she had some logical talking with her brothers Anakain was the one who had finally convinced her to leave and come to this land. Eren's drowsy feeling remained happily as she tried to figure out why she was being treated with such kindness. Her tail flicking in response to the deep questions that were inside of her head. The girl let out a sigh and set her head down starring at the entrance of the cave watching the snow.
After a little bit Eren decided to stand and walk around a little bit to stretch her muscles. "I wonder who had injured that female before she came after me." Eren whispered to herself in thought. Judging by the wounds, she had narrowly escaped a larger wolf. The gender were unknown, but she could scent a rogue on a rogue that was for sure. Her scenting skills were really good. Eren sat down after walking around in a circle to think about it. Think, her ear had been torn off, large gashes near her chest area and possibly a fractured leg. Things had happened so fast that she hadn't had a chance to stop the girl and ask her. Eren's habit of lightly tapping her tail against the floor while thinking was happening. The female rogue had been slender, and sandy colored. Trouble with the cold, she lifted up her head for a moment. So her assaulter had been large, viscous in some sort of sick game. "Male, gray in color from the tufts left in her fur. Large, viscous, scent memorized. Hell, how the heck had that girl even escaped him." Eren created an image in her head and then sighed. Mystery solved for the most part, she certainly hoped she would never run into the one who had attacked the rogue. That was a definite yes on avoiding him.