burn through the witches
09-30-2013, 09:24 PM
Her sensitive paws scrabbled against the crust of snow, breaking through it she pushed through the softer powder with relative ease, the snow feeling soothingly cool against her broken pads. She snuffled at the uncovered ground, trying to smell any herbs. Gretel was not a medic, she was adequate at healing and could recognize a few herbs by sight and smell but she feared that Canttina expected more out of her. A strong scent assaulted her nose and she clamped her jaw closed around the stem of a wilting plant. The Rosemary?s flavor flooded her senses and she forced herself not to swallow it down. It would work well to keep her mistress? wounds free of infection. A call would pierce the sky, she would recognize Canttina?s howl anywhere. Snapping up the small cache of herbs she had gathered she headed off across the snow, towards her new home. She wanted to run, not wanting to keep her mistress waiting, fearing repercussions but her damaged paws would not allow for it. She set off at a sort of limping lope. The hulking metal beast rearing up on the horizon as she approached. With a weak growl she pushed herself to go faster, wincing as the pain crawled up her legs. Going as fast as she could she climbed aboard the great vessel and headed off towards her mistress. She slowed as the demon came into view, keeping her gaze low she dropped the herbs at her mistress? paws before skirting around her and going to stand somewhat behind her, head low and trying to look as pathetic as possible. Speech, |