I don't wanna talk about it
Bloodletter
Knight
04-06-2021, 09:02 AM
"Aslatiel"
Mojito began to inspect her injured knee. She didn't think it was too serious, but she wanted to get it checked out just in case. She was important now. She had an important position within the pack. No longer was she just the warlords daughter. She was The Reaper. A reaper couldn't be some injured ninny. How could she even hold her position while injured? It would be difficult. Thankfully there were few in the pack with the skill and experience to challenge her. Her friends words brought her back from her thoughts and Aslatiel laughed softly. "Yes, sir. No bears." He then explained what he thought was wrong with her knee. Yes, she knew that she would have to take it easy until the knee healed. Really, she wouldn't have gone out and injured herself had the bear not been heading from their lands to Abaven's. If they ran a bear into Abaven lands and someone had been injured or killed, that would have reflected poorly on them. What horrid allies they would have been. Mojito's next words brought Asla's ears tucking back against her skull for a moment. "Mo, I always listen to everything that you have to say." Did he think that she didn't care? He was one of her favorite wolves. The only reason that she appeared to chipper was to spare him worry. She knew that he needed time away from her and so she was giving him that. Their interactions were cheery ones, though she was usually injured. Her rejection was still too fresh for anything more serious, she felt. In a way, she was trying to protect him from herself. When he implied that she wouldn't listen to his instruction, however... "I'll be careful. I promise." The cream and grey lady opened her mouth to say something else but the sheep returned with items in its flat teeth. Asla listened as Mo gave instruction. She simply nodded as he told her about Boneset and settled to the side a bit as he moved back to her knee. The girl's striped tail swished slowly in the snow as she watched her friend at work. Sadness welled within her. She could tell that he was still in some internal battle. If she could take that from him, she would. There was no way that she could make him happy. Not when she loved Indigo. Not when Naiche was living in her den. Mojito deserved happiness. He deserved one wolf to focus all of their love and attention on him. Aslatiel, though she adored the floppy eared man, was not capable of being that wolf. She couldn't give him what he deserved. A frown drawing her brows together, Aslatiel leaned forward, placed a soft kiss between Mo's horns, then dropped to her side in the snow, looking away from him. He could work on her knee just as well if she was laying down, she hoped. |
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