Everything has a place

"Gwyn! Miss Gwyn! Wake up!" She groggily lifted her head at Eilwen's insistence, blinking as she looked up at the pale raven with confusion. At some point during her relaxing and musing on the window bench, she had dozed off into a nap. She wasn't sure how long she had been sleeping, but probably not that long if the fact that it was still very much morning outside. "Look in the Courtyard! Isn't that Artorias?" Gwynevere looked down from her window, her mint and lavender eyes soon going wide when she spotted her brother limping and stumbling across the open expanse of snow covered ground. There was an obvious, bright red trail along with his foot prints showing where he had been and her worried anxiety quickly got her rushing to her paws and running out the door - Eilwen taking to the air and following shortly behind.

She scrambled to get out of the castle and into the courtyard, making a beeline for her brother's side. "Artorias!" she whined worriedly, her ears back against her skull as she came up beside him and leaned into him to help keep him on his feet. Leading him into the castle, she tried to hurry him back to her room where she could have access to her supplies while not moving faster than he could handle. It was hard to tell how bad the wounds actually were with all the blood that was clumped into his fur, but she could at least tell that he had lost a good amount of blood if nothing else. That alone was enough to make the already overly concerned healer worry. Once they got to her room, she brought him over to one of the two beds she had set up in the middle of the room, motioning for him to lay down. "What happened?!" she questioned while she started going around the room, collecting herbs and supplies from her stash. She kept a ear turned toward him so that she could listen as she scurried around the room. Meanwhile Eilwen perched on her usual ladder, watching the young wolves and waiting to chime in with advice if needed.

"Gwynevere" | "Eilwen"