Beauty in Pain

Her back was warm beneath the gift her father – and by extension Valhalla, as it had been crafted by Ardyn and Cairo as well as her own sire – hag given her, and the large pouches at either side housed her kit. It had everything a young healer could wish for in a first aid kit, and she hoped to add to it as time went on.

She’d come here with hopes of gathering some of the willow bark, but instead a scent of blood – wolf’s blood – caught her nose and her attention shifted from the trees to follow the trail. She moved lightly—if there’d been a fight here, one or both participants could still be riding the high of aggression and adrenaline.

Eventually, she spotted a patchwork coat of fur ahead, that of a large man, and it seemed that he was the one bleeding, if the wounds she could glimpse were any indication. Quietly, Legacy circled into his range of sight, tail flagging in a gently greeting as she called, thick, educated brogue lilting off her tongue, “Excuse me… do you require a healer?”

Such questions as ‘Are you alright’ would have been redundant—he was visibly injured, though she’d need to be closer laying on paws to assess the extent of the wounds. She maintained a distance, however, leaving the choice to him, sapphire and amethyst flecked gaze steady, patient.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think