Pushing On; I Can't Escape

*Evangeline* · 06-20-2017, 01:44 PM

Evangeline had been... around, though she'd not been making any particular waves. She'd known of her younger brother's stupid pack, but she'd not been in any way interested in joining any sort of pack CHAOS might have come up with and was in charge of. Like him, though, she'd slowly wandered away from Imperium's old pack lands to give her parents more privacy. Unlike him, though, her wandering had taken her more south. There were intriguing rumors of a wealth of new medicinal herbs in the southern continent, and though she'd dismissed them out loud at the time as being just stupid rumors and a waste of time, she'd been interested enough to make her way down here to investigate. That was, after all, what had drawn her to healing. Certainly it wasn't because she enjoyed spending time around idiots who managed to get themselves hurt or sick. Gag. But the puzzle, the mystery, of diagnosing a disease, the elevation to godlike control over life and death, that was what drew her. And that was what drew her to the southern continent now.

That, and she was fucking sick of the snow.

Her pack barely bounced against her back with the straps pulled tight, but moving from a generally-sedentary life to a cross-continent trek carrying weight on her back was exhausting. So when she went to cross the landbridge from the familiar northern continent into the unknown southern and found her path interrupted by a trio of wolves, rather than pushing her way straight through them rudely like she would normally have done, she slowed to a stop near the much smaller little female who huddled away from the other pair.

She eyed the tiny thing with a haughty air, but then her nose wrinkled in disgust. Ew, it was pregnant. Pregnant and from the looks of her she'd been on a longer journey even than Vana. Ugh. Idiocy. If wolves would make the effort to do the smart thing and take care of themselves, she certainly wouldn't have to go out of her way to save their idiot lives. "Not that I care one way or another," she snapped out, glaring down at the scrawny, freckled creature, "but you're going lose that litter of yours pushing your body too hard. Maybe you don't care about the pups and the pups certainly don't care if they die, but you might want to start caring about hemorrhaging and dying when you miscarry in your condition."

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