A Chat About Healers
She slept. Erani had given her something that had made her so sleepy, and she was to far to exhausted to fight it. She vaguely remembered returning to Valhalla, returning to Erani's den. It was all like a dream. A terrible dream. A nightmare. The massive beast with murder in his deep blue eyes. The terror of knowing that she was going to suffer and being unable to do anything about it. Then two more wolves had appeared, followed by the thundering of hooves. She couldn't close her eyes without reliving every moment. A muted howl dragged her from her dreams. Eyes fluttered open, looking around her for a moment, trying to gain her bearings. Erani. Cormalin. White paws came into view. Turning her gaze upward, two toned gaze settled on Erani, anger radiating off her. She lifted her head, but otherwise stayed laying down, knowing Erani wouldn't let her go anywhere.
"What's going on?" She may have been sleeping but she could tell something what wrong. Eyes searched the healers face, finding only fury. It was different from the time her anger had been directed at Rayne. It was more...murderous. Cormalins scent was still strong in the den. She hoped he wasn't hurt. Pulling her front legs out from under her, she pushed herself up into the sitting position, ignoring any protests that may come from the older healer. Sore muscles protested, a frown tugging at her mouth. She could see the dirt that clung to her legs and undoubtedly the rest of her ivory pelt. She didn't like it, she liked keeping her pelt clean. For now she had more pressing matters. Audits pushed forward, waiting to find out what was going on, why the air around them was so heavy. |