Tending The Wounded

The woman moved silently, paws bringing her to a halt beside the woman who had mentored her. Two toned eyes looked out at the war that took place within the sanctuary of her home. Slowly she turned to gaze to the pale wolf, finding some comfort in her peaceful expression. The Healers den was behind them, awaiting for the wounded to come. Soleil was there, waiting as well. "What do we do?" Soft tones slipped from her pale lips, her attention returning to the howls and snarks that raged below them.

Sitting here made her restless. Wolves we being injured and she was waiting for them to come to her. Tail thumped the earth restlessly, anxiety rising within her. Wide eyes looked to her mentor for the answers. Though the pair were now of equal ranks, both lead healers, she looked up to the woman who had taught her. And now.

War had now come banging on their door, threatening the lives of her family, her pack. It was her duty to care for them, to heal their wounds. Triangular audits fell back against her skull, toes flexed against the earth, heart pounded against her chest. She knew she needed to pull herself together, the wounded would be coming shortly and they would need help. The enemy could also sneak up, though they would have a nasty surprise waiting for them.

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