Lips Of An Angel
07-15-2013, 07:01 PM
First try yielded absolutely nothing. Second try on the other hand ... Orica leapt back as the male came to with the suddenness of an explosion. His first coughs had brought his jaws snapping within a hair of her nose! Her eyes went wide as he sputtered. ...maybe water hadn't been the greatest idea? Her ears fell sideways. Whoops. Well, there went another lesson into the logbook. Everything happened so quickly -surprise and joy at the sight of those eyes opening changed into horror as the brute tried to stand again. No no no! He couldn't! On little white paws Orica danced beside him, half wanting to clamp onto his neck and weigh him down. He was panicking and she had to calm him. "it's alright!" she gasped out, trying desperately to find some happy medium between soothing and urgent. "Please! You mustn't get up again!" in her minds we she saw the flesh rending and the herbs falling aside. He didn't have the strength to do any of this! It was just amazing he was still alive. Not for the first time that afternoon Orica found herself wishing that Asheni had been there, or Aunty Soliel, or Mahniya or Mercianne! Anyone! She had the confidence of youth, certainly but she knew that he didn't know everything. What she wouldn't have given to have one if them at her side encouraging and correcting her and telling her what else she could do. Not to mention that if she had another, larger wolf around thy could've dogpiled the male and -forced- him to be still. |