Lost Communication

Although part of her wanted to scold him somehow, she bit her tongue. It wouldn't do any good. Theory didn't pretend to understand their mother's choice in leaving her children here but she didn't want to cause them any additional pain. All children were welcome here. Her goal for Abaven had always been to create a loving environment where wolves could thrive under their own direction. A safe place for anyone to come and lay their head and worries to rest before waking up refreshed as the sun rose. Theo could relate to the pup's sense of abandonment - her own mother had set out on a trek just as they'd been weaned which had led to her early, untimely death. She hadn't understood her motivations then and she didn't pretend to now. "You did good to bring the cat down. I'm impressed," Theory smiled encouragingly as she continued to assess his wounds. He was fading. Her eyes scanned the sky and were rewarded with a glimpse of Alouette, sailing closer by the second.

Her raven fumbled to the ground, awkwardly lugging the medicine bag. "Thank you, Lou," she said before separating out her supplies for easy access. Pickings were slim. The winter had not been kind to their stores. I can make do. I can, I can. She hadn't seen many wounds this bad on a child this young. "Lie still now and let me see what I can do. Keep talking to me though, okay? Even if it hurts. Especially if it hurts." Theory put together a quick and messy poultice. She no longer winced at the ugly taste of most raw herbs - not to mention what she was working with now was stale, crumbling, and tough. The mixture barely held together once she had it sorted. Wound cleaning was slow going. She placed the poultice aside before beginning to part his fur and slowly clean the area around the wound.