Finding A Friend

*Erani* · 08-07-2013, 07:34 PM

Erani

Erani had let Azalea demand at her, with the rude use of her Heir status. She had brushed it off, because of that rudeness. Now she had returned, after hearing what the wind had to bring her of their words. Now she padded into their midst again, the Yarrow she needed in her jaws. ?And you would be correct, Sarak.? Sarak scooted around to sit beside Azalea, looking like a pup in trouble. She spared him a glance, before the stern deep blue gaze returned to Azalea, holding the amber eyes of the Heir. ?Your behavior shocks me, Azalea Adrevendi. Chrysanthe did not make you an Heir so you could demand answers of me like that. Being an Heir does not put you above using respect, even in anger. As for my own decorum, if you, act like a pup throwing a tantrum, you will get the response given to a pup throwing a tantrum. You are not a pup anymore. You are a yearling, and you are our Heir." The stern deep blue eyes continued to stare at the young wolf, before she went on, satisfied that her point had been made.

"As for your scratch, if I do not treat it, it will become infected.? She gestured mildly for Azalea to recline again. ?As for what is happening, these ?symptoms.? They are all part of growing up and maturing. You are not a little girl anymore. Your horizon is broadening, and so is his. This is something best discovered on your own, Azalea.? The gentle explanation was given, cryptic, but enough to send them both on their paths, and hopefully down paths that would intertwine down the road. She paused, chewing the Yarrow to a pulp while she studied the scratch. It was dirty, and she was glad for Sarak?s attentiveness to Azalea?s wellbeing. A scratch like this, where a wolf would miss it unless they really looked, could become a big problem. Warriors? She gave a mental sigh. She gave the scratch a firm licking, cleaning away the crusted on dirt and blood, until it was cleaned, then let the juice from the wag of Yarrow at the side of her tongue to leak out to mix with her saliva as she ran her tongue over the scratch a few times, ensuring saturation and soaking in.

Then she rose and stepped back, looking as satisfied as she felt. ?There. Now, keep that clean. Last thing we want, any of us, if you to get sick. If you have a hard time reaching it with the Yarrow lick, come to me, and I?ll apply it. You will be Alpha, someday. Bonding with your healers, Lead healer especially, is a good idea, though, I can?t promise that I?ll be around when you rise to lead Valhalla. I am eight after all.? Twilight blue gaze twinkled as she gave a mock groan while she stretched, her front end low to the ground. Rising, she huffed out a sigh, then looked up at the sky. ?Now, I need to see how my den fared in the flood. Are my services no longer needed here??

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