Sun is Setting in the West
12-02-2013, 06:28 PM
| Erani |
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Erani bent over the pale form of the remaining prisoner, Impra. The female had fallen ill with a malady Erani had yet to fully pinpoint. Perhaps it was infection from a wound, though she was sure she had treated them properly. One thing she knew, and was thankful for, was that this illness wasn?t contagious. She herself felt no illness, only the weariness from treating the injured, and this wolf, as well as Eris?s impromptu visit and birthing. She was also well aware that her daughters were not resting as they should have been. This thought sent a gentle grumble rolling from her muzzle. ?Warriors?? That this wolf was a prisoner didn?t matter. She was a wolf who would die if she wasn?t treated and nursed to health again. Erani was a healer. There was no way she?d turn her back on a young, sick wolf. She had finished her rounds with the Valhallan injured, and now devoted her time to making Impra as comfortable as she could, before Chrysanthe?s voice rolled through the land. A summons for the pack. One snowy ear flicked forward, the other backward. With a last nudge to assure the albino female was settled, Erani turned and padded quietly toward the call. She paused at a stream and stepped in, submerging herself to the base of her ears, body sinking under, and gave herself a small shake. Quickly, she ducked her head under, then came up, scrambling out of the water and shaking thoroughly until she was reasonably dry, and headed on her way. Deep blue pools swept the area as she came to a stop at the meeting, taking her place as the Theta. Her eyes found a young male, a stranger who carried the scent of a rogue, addressing Chrysanthe. Guinevere the Second was present, and a young female Erani hadn?t met before, who looked rather frightened. A quiet sigh was given as Erani sank back onto her haunches, tail curling against her rump, fur fluffed out a bit for warmth after her short bath. Attention wandered around the gathering, small as it was to begin with. But it was early into the call, and they would come soon. She felt a quiet pang in her heart that her brother wasn?t here this meeting. Would Surreal take his place? Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
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