Finding A Friend
08-05-2013, 02:39 PM
| Sarak |
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At his words regarding her belly, she seemed surprised, before she tried to look, arching her back and trying to look for it. Her next words only heightened his anxiety. ?But, did you clean it? A tiny nothing scratch can become a big problem scratch.? His ears flattened, tail tightening to his belly ever more firmly. He did relax when she spoke next, agreeing with his mental decision. Find Erani. That was the goal. Erani would make things better. He nodded sharply, moss greens snapping about the area again, before he tossed his head back and gave a short howl. It held Erani?s name on it, and an urgency, begging swift reply. Ears flicked and swiveled, listening for a reply. For approach. His paws didn?t want to stay in one place, and he patrolled the edge of the clearing, tail flicking agitatedly. He would never forgive himself if Azalea was sick, though how he could have ever been at fault for any illness. He forced himself to stop pacing, to sit down. It was hard. He just couldn?t seem to retrieve the assassin?s ability to be still and silent at the thought of Azalea in danger. She touched him in ways he didn?t understand at all. Moss greens flicked to glance at her. Then his head jerked up as a rustle of paws on earth caught his ears. Erani was here! When the Lead Healer stepped through the brush, looking curious and serious, he fairly charged her. ?Erani! I?m glad you?re here, I think Azalea might be sick. Can you help her?? the words poured from his jaws in a hushed, agonized croak. Then he stilled as she turned those deep blues on him, commanding calm. And he stepped back and let the Healer do her duty. It was taking all of his willpower not to hover. |