You Say Stubborn, I Say Thorough

The days following the incident had been nothing short of hell. Artorias was exhausted, physically, mentally, and emotionally, and the poor pup was just totally drained. He hadn't been sleeping well at night, far too worried about everything happening with his family and his pack. He'd interviewed everyone he could that had even a lick of healing skill in a desperate gambit to save his mother's life. No progress had seemed to be made to help reverse her condition, and the adults were still keeping the dungeon strictly off limits, so he didn't even know how his mother was doing. Despite the ticking clock, Art had refused to accept the finality so many treated the situation with. Everything had a solution. Every sickness had a cure. There just had to be some solution to fix what had been broken—wasn't there...? Nothing was unsolvable... right...?

All the uncertainty made his head spin and swim with the darkest thoughts, so much so that even his fiery amber eyes seemed to glow dim as if they were dying embers of a fading fire. His fur was mussed in place from tossing and turning at night and a lack of grooming, and his movements were slowed with fatigue and depression. The boy trudged his way down the halls, pacing as he had been while trying to think of how else he could help Resin. While passing by an open door, he caught a glance of the occupant inside going about her business, the earthy scent of herbal concoctions thick in the air. A spark returned to Artorias' eyes when he recognized the pelt of Lúta hard at work. Lúta! She was the most skilled healer in the pack! Surely if anyone would know how to save his mother, it would be her!

"Excuse me, Miss Lúta?" Artorias called out to the master healer from the doorway, giving a little rap of his paws against the wood to knock and announce his presence. "Do you have a moment? I wanted to ask you about my mom."


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"