Don't Be Shy

Word had reached the purple pup’s ears that there is a new wolf in the Armada. Curious and more than a little worried that the new wolf is in the infirmary, Andy had tasked herself with gathering items that will help the injured wolf feel a little more comfortable. First, she had gone to where they stored the extra furs and picked out two of the plushiest ones there. Next, she raided the kitchen for food which she carefully packed into a leather satchel she had borrowed from their stocks. Among an assortment of fruits, she added freshly prepared, steaming meats, which she wrapped individually so that they could keep their warmth.

Finally, Andromeda returned to the family den to pick up a very important and very special item of her own. Pulling the small, leather doll that her sister had given her from its hiding place, the girl holds it a moment before giving it a gentle kiss. It had helped her feel better when they had returned from the Hallows and, knowing that this wolf is new and might be scared because they are injured, she hopes it will help them too. Carefully, tenderly, she adds it to the items in the satchel. Shouldering the small pack, she tosses the two plush furs over her back and swiftly makes her way to the infirmary.

Spying a pelt made of blues, the pup pads quietly toward the stranger and softly calls out, “Excuse me. I heard you got hurt and I brought you some things I thought might help you feel better.” A small smile is on her purple lips as she approaches, hoping that she isn’t disturbing them.


"Andromeda Fatalis"