Savage Heartaches [Tel]

She paused outside Tel’s alcove, listening to see if the yearling was asleep, or even inside before scraping her claws against the marble wall beside the opening, calling, “Tel, if you’re willing, I’d like to check in on you.”

The yearling had been among those in the pack worst hit with the plague, her mind so devastated by the hallucinations and frazzling thoughts that she’d bitten Amory when the young woman had tried to clear her airway of the horrid mucus to let her breathe.

Aurielle held nothing against the girl for the bite. She remembered all too well the horrid thoughts that had ravaged through her own head between painful groves of lucidity, and even those had been terrifying in and of themselves, knowing how far gone her own mind was to be having such notions. Red hadn’t died, none of her own children had died.

Her heart squeezed. Harlow had died. She’d not gotten a chance to meet the young Adravendi Meriadoc had sired along with the rest of his children, but it hurt no less for that fact. What were they going to tell her father? Was Meri even alright? Was Artur alright?

Her teeth grit together against the closing in her throat, eyes shutting before she composed herself, stepping away as she heard a rustling from Tel.

[OOC: Hope the mild PP at the end is okay! I can take it out if not]

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