Never Let It Get That Far

It was difficult acclimating to her new home. It was strange to even consider this place home. Ashen was where her heart was, but she would have to divide that heart in two. She had a duty and an obligation to Manea to do her best for Elysium. So what did Ikigai do to distract herself from such troubling thoughts? She threw herself into her work, of course.

As a healer in training, Iki was becoming familiar with the newly constructed infirmary. One of the many mountainside caves had been designated for the healing arts. There were fur pallets on one side and natural stone shelving that held many different tools and supplies. There were jars of herbs, all carefully labeled and stacked neatly. All in all, it was a decent start. Over time, more would be added, of course.

Just as Iki was placing a clean batch of bandages within a whicker basket, the sound of claws on stone pulled her attention. A woman stood there, one that she didn't know. The scent of blood was thick on her and, as Iki visually inspected the fae, she could see a trail of red behind her. Concern furrowed the young woman's brow and she motioned for the black and pink wolf to come forward. "My name is Ikigai. What happened?" She sought to gather information from the woman as she ushered her to one of the beds of furs.

"Iki"