What separates boys from men?
05-16-2018, 01:23 AM
Jayne leaned her left shoulder into one of the many twisted tree-trunks as she sat back on her haunches with a frown. She looked down at her right shoulder where the scraped and cut skin was still red and open. The tumble down a steep hill in the mountain pass certainly hadn't done her any favors. Her shoulder had gotten the worst of the fall, but her whole right side was a bit battered. She really wanted to find some herbs to patch up her shoulder like Momma Amalia had taught her, but so far the north was proving to be nearly bare when it came to those things. She had to do something, but she had no idea what. Her ears flicked back against her head and she sighed softly. Really she just wished that she hadn't gotten separated from Tiburtius. The shortcut through the mountains hadn't been a shortcut at all. She got back to her paws and made herself keep moving even though she had a bit of a limp to keep from putting too much pressure on her right foreleg. If she could just get back to the east maybe she could find Tiburtius or at least some herbs. Hopefully he wouldn't keep looking for her around the north and he'd have the same idea of meeting her at the mangroves... If she could even figure out how to get back that direction. It all just made her wish she hadn't left in the first place. She knew Diana... Bridget... She knew her sister, whatever she wanted to be called, didn't want to come back so why did she drag her brother with her in an attempt to bring her back anyway? It was all for nothing. Thoughts of doubt and worry about her mother clouded her mind to the point that she barely noticed the world around her - including the wolf in the tree that she was walking under. |