Finding A Friend
07-31-2013, 03:22 PM
| Sarak |
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Sarak jumped as Azalea sneezed twice, and looked at her. ?Are you well?? Genuine concern rode his words. She could have caught a chill from the flood. Why hadn?t he thought of that? Why was she glaring at his tail? He glanced at his tail. Nothing seemed amiss? It was slightly damp, but nothing crawled on it. One ear flicked back, then jumped forward as she spoke in response to his suggestion of the pack?s location. She? Had a point. His eyes ran over her again, still wanting to be sure he hadn?t missed anything, like an injury that had hidden under her fur, or been unseen while she was standing. Again, he felt the sense of relief as his eyes found no injury? except. Was that a scratch on her belly, toward the thigh? Emerald eyes locked onto it with a look of horror. She was hurt! She was hurt! What should he do? What-- He remembered watching Erani tending to injuries like this on her pups. She hadn?t ever seemed grim or serious with those injuries, but she was fully trained. Focus! Erani licked the injuries. Why did she lick them? Oh! To clean them. He blinked as her tail dropped across his field of view, blocking the mere scratch from view. Her words followed shortly, and the high and mighty way she said it almost set him at ease? Until he realized how weakly she said it. Panic rippled the fur on his shoulders maybe she was sick! What if she was sick! A tiny whimper whined through his mind, or maybe it was coming from his throat. She spoke again, and he noted her avoidance of his eyes. WhatdoIdowhatdoido?! Terror at the thought that he might lose her made that damnable whine grow louder. |