What to Expect

Walk | Talk | Think

She had made the long trek from where the ex-Glaciem, ex-Tortugan wolves had been staying in the northern land of the Soul Sand Cove, forging an unfamiliar path toward a place she had only ever heard about. It had been quite some time before, back when she had still been called a Glaciem, when she had heard and learned of it from her most recent healing instructor, Soleil. The sweet-tempered Valhallan healer had been so incredibly helpful to them when they needed it most, offering her services and traveling all the way to the north in order to train the next generation of healers to take over after the untimely death of their Lead Healer, Asheni. Mercianne had learned quite a bit with her help, enough to earn her the prestige and honor of being singled out by her rogue group's leader - their Chief - Gargoyle to attend his wife when she birthed their second litter of children. Honored and awed, she had accepted on the spot, but realized soon after that in order to do her best she would need something of a refresher course as well as helpful pointers regarding the intricacies associated with pregnancies.

Which was what brought her here. The warm weather of spring was considerably more prominent, the wolf's thinned, creamy white coat still feeling somewhat over fluffed for the moderate climate. And, naturally, this discomfort was starting to be mimicked from within. Somewhere inside of her gently rounding stomach, her pups fluttered, shifted, such a gentle sensation that even she doubted its presence at times but she had been growing increasingly attuned to it, expectant of their every move. Her lips drew upward in a contented, blissful smile as she paused mid-step, savoring the sensation before she continued across the lands. Her trip to Valhalla to learn of pregnancy and healing specific to birth was twice important: she was expecting herself.

The border materialized ahead through the wide plain, and mindful of it Merci stopped before crossing. Her pack had once been on very good standing with the Valhalla, but with the collapse of their pack as a literal "pack" she did not know how readily welcomed she would be with no home to her name. But she had a mission, a rightful cause to stand behind, and despite her worry she felt relatively comfortable here.

Or perhaps that was just an odd side effect of hormones.

Drawing in a smooth breath, the timid wolf called forth in a quiet howl, seeking any healers who might be about and willing to answer her questions. Part of her hoped that Soleil might be the one to do so since they were already introduced and speaking to her would have been more comfortable, but at this point, and still unsure exactly when poor Ocena would have her litter, she couldn't afford to be picky. Seating herself carefully amid the grasses, posture meek but polite, the little healer awaited the arrival of someone who might be capable of assisting her.

OOC: Bri, I don't remember you specifying when you'd be ready for this thread, so I figured I'd just get this up and posted before I forgot. xD