Until Lambs Become Lions

Corbin had been resting in his den, with his favorite pillow Rocky the sheep.  One of Rocky’s hind legs was being used as a brace for his healing leg while the wooly coat was perfect for his head.  Where some wolves used bear pelts for their den floors, Corbin had wooly matts from when his sheep's coat was removed.  

Corbin was in a half-sleep state, where dreams come and go yet he had a measure of control.  His sister’s howl merged with his dream.  After some unknown period of time his mind started pondering why a sheep in his dream was howling with his sister's voice.  The question finally caused his eyes to open realizing the howl wasn’t part of the dream.  

Something of the howl hadn’t sounded right.  However, he couldn’t say what with how it was partially dream-based.  Regardless he loped to the meeting spot.  It was a slightly off gait, one leg having a slight limp to it.  He’d mostly healed up but was taking it easy for a little longer to make sure he didn’t damage it more.

However, when he smelled the blood the limp was gone, Corbin ignored the leg as he raced up to the rock.  Sitting politely for the meeting would come after he made sure Hay was alright. “Hay?” His eyes looked from his angry and injured sister to Dorian with a silent question about his sister’s injury.  He’d settle down for the official talk once he heard she’d be alright.

"Family"