A little boo-boo

Manea hummed quietly to herself as she moved about the main chamber of their cave, straitening and tidying a bit. In the grand scheme of all of her numerous duties to the pack and their family, cleaning and maintaining her home usually fell pretty far down the list. She felt like she and Alastor were generally fairly clean in their day to day lives as it was and now that their older children had all moved into spaces of their own it wasn't all that difficult to maintain that, but with two young pups running around there were some things that got knocked over or put slightly out of place that just needed a bit of attention.

Today the weather was pleasant and mild, cooling some as the season crept quickly toward winter, so she felt like it was as good a time as any to freshen up their furs and pull some extras out of storage to prepare for the colder temperatures that were sure to come soon enough. Alastor had taken Malico out to train that morning so that just left her and Mariah for a bit of a girl's day. Between stretches of cleaning she would sit with her daughter and talk or tell stories or whatever the little red-hued girl wanted to do.

However, as she was rearranging the taller shelves where she and Alastor kept a few knives and weapons well out of the reach of tiny pups, she happened to pick up one at the wrong angle and the tip of the knife sliced right through one of her paw pads. She hissed at the stinging pain, pulling her paw back as she settled back on her haunches and turned her paw over to look at the shallow cut. It wasn't bad, by any means, but Manea was always one for a learning moment—no matter how small. She glanced back over at Mariah, nodding toward a basket of general supplies on one side of the den. "Mariah, darling, would you bring me that roll of bandages?"

Manea | Temno | Ciemny