My bad habits lead to you

She had finally fallen quiet enough for Bae-Syl to speak and express why he had done what he had. So it has been near their territory, possibly testing their borders, and Bae tracked it down. Her ears remained lowered at this information, her heart picking up pace in her chest. Another big predator so close… one that could hurt their smaller members… possibly with ease. How hard could that be when, for some of them, foxes were bigger than the wolves? Lucy felt her stomach churn. Bae had the best intentions in mind, had done what her mother had asked of him, but…

"You are still one wolf." Lucette's voice was quiet and she didn't lift her head. Tears still made their way down the girl's cheeks and she sighed. "Mom does need rest… but you won't be able to help her if some stupid cat seriously hurts you… or worse." She turned on her paws. "I… we're too far from my stores. I'll have to use some of dad's. I'll be right back." The pixie glanced at him, anger fading like a snuffed candle flame. Only the worry and sadness remained now. It was so hard to remain mad at him, even when she wanted to be…

Luce was only gone for a few minutes. When she returned she came back with her father's bag with the herbs she'd need. In her maw, however, was a dripping clump of moss that she immediately used to start running water over the deepest gashes on Bae-Syl's body. It was only once she had done that and set the moss and bag aside she looked at Bae again with a whine.

"Just… please be careful, Bae… for me… I get so worked up when I need to treat you… if it was ever any worse I… what if I couldn't?" She looked away. "What if… what if I got too worked up… and… and you died… because I couldn't treat you fast enough or well enough…" More tears. They stung her eyes and Lucette shivered, reaching her paw for the bag of herbs.

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Treated A Wound - 1/3