puppy's first healing

Théa was still amazed at how much there was to explore in the new lands she’d found herself in. Everywhere she went there seemed to be new sights to see and new wolves to meet, and that was just fine with her. Wolves were interesting creatures who could provide her with all kinds of entertainment, and the more entertainment she could receive, in her book, the better. After all, it was when the woman was bored that she got into the most trouble. Okay, maybe that wasn’t entirely true.

The woman meandered her way through the Orchard, keeping her distance as best she could from the pack border nearby. She was chaotic for sure, but she wasn’t suicidal. Théa knew enough to know that venturing onto packland would earn her some scars, and though she found them inexplicably appealing on others, she rather liked her unblemished fur, thank you very much. If the wolves within those borders wanted to come out to meet her, she would have no qualms, but until then she would steer clear.

Luckily, however, it seemed such a wolf would come out to greet her. Well, not exactly her, but it would do. A young pup, coated in a most interesting looking pelt and with adorable little teeth poking out from their upper lip, was crouched in front of an obviously unconscious coyote. Her brows rose in surprise at the state of the lesser canine, who seemed to have mushrooms sprouting from its very body. She’d never seen anything like it before, but the smell coming from it couldn’t be mistaken: death. The animal was dying, and she knew intrinsically that there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“Hello, mon petit chou, is zis your friend?” she asked, a bright smile on her face as her head tilted curiously.