blackberry currants
08-22-2013, 03:20 PM
~*~ The male seemed more or less willing to play along. She'd seen the way his eyes roved over her. He recognized beauty when he saw it - but he wasn't about to dance for her. The species barrier was firmly planted in this one's mind. As much as Silverback liked toying with other creatures, she couldn't say she was disappointed. She rather respected this wolf's sureness of self. Wait? Had she just put 'respect' and 'wolf' in the same sentence. She yawned - she must be getting soft. Course he had given her a lovely gift. "Most thoughtful of you," she mused, still watching him with the eyes of an amused hawk, "But to tell the truth, I'd trade all the stars in the sky for a poultice of healing herbs." She glanced down at her paws. It was getting to the point where she could probably make an effort and get herself to the streambed, but even so then what? She wasn't liking this. In the back of her head she was thinking about how wounds even as small as these could fester. She was much too meticulous about her grooming habits to allow any infection to set in, but the longer they were in there, the more it would swell and hurt. "Dash my mother for only ever teaching me about poisons." The mutter was given under her breath, but probably loud enough to be heard. Why hadn't she bothered to ask about some healing know-how? Eh the old bird probably wouldn't have told her anything anyway. Silverback had only ever picked up what she did because she had keen eyes and a good mind. Her mother and her had had... well... a rocky relationship at best. But why bring the past into her thoughts? She had enough to deal with in the present. |