Night Terrors

She knew what had happened to Azalea, she didn't even have to ask. She need not even guess at it. Isardis always got what he want, so what if the young wolf wasn't willing, Isardis didn't back down. A hissing sigh left her jaws, her eyes brimming with sympathy. She knew Azalea was young, but the girl was barely two and fixing to be a mother?! Jesus Christ, Isardis had over-stepped it this time. She had to do something for her...

"I'm sure if this male felt the way you did, nothing will taint his love..." She murmured softly, "Azalea, what Isardis did to you was a crime, if you didn't want it mentally, it was a crime. Your heat is a powerful thing, not even the most experienced with it, can fight it's pull sometimes." She intended her words to be the honest truth, but hoped they could provide the younger she-wolf with a small bit of comfort.

"You are strong Azalea , and I fear in what's to come you may find yourself having to be stronger." A slight smile flickered at her jaws, as her sad golden eyes fell on the wolf. What could the healer offer her to make her life here easier? It's not like she could simply just help her escape, they'd never make it out in one piece and she wouldn't lead the dame to her death.