A little boo-boo

It had been a relatively boring day. Malico had gone out with their father to train- something that caused her gut to burn with jealousy. However, she knew the reason why and didn't need to ask or have it explained. It was difficult for her to keep up, and simply not practical for her to try to imitate the skills being taught. It was her standard and had never known anything different. But compared to Malico, she was simply too weak. It was counterintuitive when they could accomplish much more if Mariah stayed home. So, she did.

The girl watched her mother busy herself around the den with a distant stare. When it was time for a break between chores, she was happy to hear any of the stories Manea had to offer. However, nothing caught her attention more than the hiss of sudden pain. Mariah's ears perked as she lifted her chin off her paws in a questioning tilt of her head. "Momma, are you alright?" She asked softly. But with the instructions given to retrieve the bandages out of a supply basket, her question was answered.

The girl quickly rose to her paws, grabbing the small roll of wrap with ease. She brought it to her mother's side as quickly as she could manage without breaking into a run. Setting it down in an offering, her hueless gaze quickly sought out the inflicted injury with something far greater than casual interest. "Does it hurt?" She asked softly, without looking away from the small, narrow cut in her mother's pad.