Who will save me?
07-20-2013, 05:08 PM
Cormalin |
He noted the careful listening she gave, and returned the listening in kind, as she told him what she knew. So, another wolf who needed training. Would they ever find a dully trained wolf who could take the secondary lead healer?s place? Still, by what she said, she could watch and learn quickly. Brow points furrowed, wrinkling into the star as she went on to admit that fighting wasn?t her style, but she wasn?t defenseless. He gave an inward, silent chuckle at the growl. She had fire in there, and he would see that she would learn to put that fire to use if she were attacked while out gathering. A healer that was killed was no use. Her next words pulled his ears forward. So she?d already met Erani. ?Yes, she is. And I believe she will be your trainer in the more advanced healing. Welcome home, Imena. On a side note, I want you to work on defense and offense for yourself.? Mismatched eyes twinkled slightly. Then a thought hit him, and his eyes gave over to firm seriousness. ?And if you come across the pack?s Horse, do not hunt her. If you haven?t seen a horse before, she?s larger than a deer, perhaps Elk sized, black, with long mane and tail, a star on her forehead like mine, and blue eyes. She is not prey. She is also my friend, and a fine pup sitter. Her name is Obsidian.? Mismatched eyes bore into the blue eyes of the younger female, until he felt she had fully understood, and then they regained the gentle twinkle. ?I hope you find your life here in Valhalla to be what you were looking for. Heavy tail wagged gently, before his muzzle pulled in in a slight nod, and he turned to continue his patrol. ?Please, make yourself at home, I must get back to my patrol. Be safe, Imena.?
He took off at a slow trot, hoping that she would find Valhalla to be as good of a home as he saw it. How could any good wolf not see it that way? |