A soft call, a horrid time
05-16-2018, 07:07 PM
Malleus was on an herb gathering mission when his eyes landed on the small wolf curled around what looked like a basket. Normally when he was busy he made a point to ignore mortals, but this little one was just odd enough to catch his attention. Whether or not the little thing managed to keep it was another matter entirely, but for the moment she had it. The basket was what managed to capture his interest. It wasn't everyday he saw a wolf with something like that. It made him wonder just what she thought was valuable enough to carry around. He padded closer so he could get a better look. As he neared the girl it became clear she wasn't in the best of shape. She was very, very skinny. If not for the steady rise and fall of her side he might have mistaken her for dead. For a moment his interest wavered. Malleus had no use for the sick. If illness was the cause of her emaciation she was useless in his opinion. It was the basket that kept him from turning away. Sickly or not it didn't hurt for him to take a moment to ask about it. His tone friendly, he asked, "Whatcha got there? Is that a basket?" Of course it was a basket, but if his only desire was to get to the bottom of why she had it, why bother with small talk? |