Trouble already?

The day starts like any other, the sun paints the sky vibrant hues of pink and gold while the bitting wind promises yet another cold day. It isn’t a bad life for Zion and she spends most her time burying herself in work to try and forget the pain that still burns deep in her heart.

Just as her mind turns to the sorrow to try and relive the leaving of her mother and siblings, an urgent call rents the air of an otherwise peaceful morning. Her brother, Ollie, summons any and all healers to help him.

Without hesitation, Zion gathers her healer’s bag that she had spent countless hours carefully putting together and quickly set off to where her brother had called from. Lavender eyes find the downed form of one of their pack mate’s and she immediately moves to their side.

Keen eyes take in the stretches, bite wounds, and the way her pack mate’s right shoulder looks wrenched out of place. The wounds still sluggishly bleed and she sets her bag down to rifle through while she says, “We should clean his wounds quickly. Feline mouth's harbor lots of germs.”

A cold breeze buffets the trio, tugging at their fur as deft paws pull out a square of clean cloth. With it, Zion moves to the wound that is bleeding the most heavily and presses it against the seeping jagged source. Intense lavender eyes move to catch her brother’s gaze as she says, “I don’t think we can move him on our own. Let’s focus on cleaning these until we can get help to move him.”

Head dips toward the various wounds that still leak precious blood as she adds, “We need hot water.” Mind churns with medical knowledge as she attempts to help both the man and her brother get what they need.


"Zion Fatalis"