lessons to live by, pain to feel

Tojo-Kai had been growing and for that she was grateful. Many hands made light work and with her children growing and a number taking interest in herbs, it helped to ensure the pack was well stocked. She was on a round of checking caches, making sure food stores were well kept, keeping a mental tally on their resources when the metallic tang of blood came to her nose.

Her first thought was that one of her kids had gotten into it with the bloody dolphins, like Kuroo had, but the underlying scent was newer than any of that. For a moment, at a distance, she might have even mistaken the other woman for Hanako, but there were noticeable differences, even at a distance. The way she spoke was a dead give away.

Sedna’s brash bedside manner was well known by this point to anyone who had needed to request her services and she wasn’t about to tone it down for a newcomer. She clicked her tongue and sighed through her nose as she moved closer, checking out the various scrapes and bruised with a scowl on her face. “An’ jus’ how didyermanagethat?” It didn’t matter that the woman was fully grown, since having her own children, Sedna’s sense of protection and obligation to the wolves of the pack had only increased. She was every inch an exasperated and concerned lumbering giant mother.

“It’ll depend on what got yer, some o’ my salves are stronger than others. Do yer think yer can make it a bit further or do I need ter carry yer?” the latter was added with a smirk. It would be easier to clean the wounds in her treatment room, but if the other woman couldn’t make it, well she had the height to offer a piggy back now.

“Speech”