An Angel of Mercy [Healing Camp]
Things were the best they had ever been for Solveiga. She had been saying that for some time now, but it was still true. Each day seemed to get better and better for her. She was in love with a man that loved her back. Her heart belonged to him, and his belonged to her. They had spent an incredible night together in the plains, and within days Solveiga was sure something had changed. Regulus knew it too, by her scent, he said.
She was pregnant. She and Regulus were going to be welcoming children into this world, raising them to be good and loyal and strong. And she couldn't even put into words how excited she was.
Solveiga had always dreamed of being a mother, and now those dreams were coming true.
With spring still in full swing, the little healer spent most of her time gathering more herbs for storage. Considering the awful things that had happened recently, with Marina, and then with Creed and Valor... needless to say, it was necessary to be prepared. And good thing she was, because tonight fate decided to throw another obstacle their way. Solveiga was in the alcove that held her whole supply of herbs, organizing things and checking some of the older herbs for signs of decay. Herbs were no good if rot made them useless, after all.
And that was when she heard the first howl rise into the air.
Danger. Intruders. Multiple intruders, here with bad intentions. Was it an attack? Some kind of challenge or raid? The second howl went up and Solveiga felt her blood go colder still. Laísren. Marina and Laísren were there, ready to fight for their pack. Marina was a mother, and Laísren was still just a boy in her eyes. Please, Solveiga prayed silently. Don't let them be harmed. After allowing herself a moment to gather herself, Solveiga moved into action. She took one of the large, waxy leaves she used for transporting herbs, and gathered everything she thought they would need. Sedatives, painkillers, things for splinting broken bones, herbs for cleaning wounds and preventing infection. All of it. She wrapped everything up in her waxy leaf and quickly left the alcoves just as Paladin sent up a call of his own. Soon after, Solveiga joined him in the moors, laying her bundle down and unrolling it to reveal all the supplies she had brought.
And then she heard one last call echoing through the territory.
"Regulus," she whispered to herself. Of course he would be there. He was the leader of Celestial. But even so, Solveiga felt her ears tucking themselves to her skull and she whined softly. Fight bravely, but be safe. Another prayer, this time for the father of her unborn children. Oh, please be safe. "They'll be okay," she said, this time to Paladin. But it was unclear whether she was trying to convince herself or him. "They'll fight hard, and defend us. And we'll be here for them if they need us."
Now, they would wait.
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