Tending The Wounded
10-26-2013, 03:02 PM
| Erani |
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Battle raged at the border of her home, and Erani watched the path that led in that direction like a hawk, face blank of all but calm serenity. She broadcast it among the healers gathered with her, to keep them steady and focused. Rayne and Soleil were the only ones to stay, so far. Friction had gone after his daughter, to protect her as best as possible. Cael and Imena were going with those evacuating to Seracia. Deep blue pools lifted to the sky, then fell back to the path. Tail tapped the ground lightly, thoughtfully. Should any enemy come to try an attack on the Healer?s Den, they?d get a nasty surprise. Valhalla?s healers weren't pansies. She imagined even Soleil would want to tear into Glaciem. Her daughter was a prisoner of that pack, and a mother?s wrath was like no other anger known to wolf kind, strong enough to over-ride the normal personality. Soleil was generally timid, and beyond humble. Yelps. Snarls. Howls. Battle. She waited. |