the sun is shining the birds are singing

She didn't want to cry, really she didn't. When Erystotle turned his attention to her, however, the girl's eyes welled with tears. He questioned her and she released another soft whine, limping towards him as he hurried to meet her. "I got hit by a bear," she spoke in wavering tones. Scylla sniffled a bit. "It hit me into a river." She had little bumps, bruises and abrasions from being knocked about in the water, but the main area of concern was her injured shoulder. By some miracle, nothing had been broken, but she would be sore for quite a while.

"Can you help me?" The young wolf turned tear filled eyes up to the brightly marked man. Surely he could do something or get someone. The girls small frame began to quiver with exhaustion. She was so very tired.

"Scylla"