What are you waiting for?

Anxiety…

It made her fur prickle and stand on end as she walked with Bae-Syl and Beauregard back to Polaris. The journey had been taxing, and what little herbs that the slavers had at their camp was quickly used on the wounds that the two male wolves and Bae-Syl’s canine companion had endured. She was tired, but she hadn’t been able to sleep as she stressed over them all. There was no soothing her, not with Bae a walking rag doll at this point with all the injuries he had sustained. If those wounds got infected, if he died in order to save them, Lucy knew that she would never forgive herself. It was the goring incident that they had as kids all over again… only this time her father wouldn’t be there to help them.

Tears silently pricked her eyes as they made their way through Polaris territory. The best thing to do was make their way to the den and rest on the furs. Her mind was throbbing, ears pinned against her skull. Staying in Polaris was almost feeling like it caused a magnet for trouble to be upon them. She was afraid, frustrated and tired. She was tired of things going wrong, of her family and loved ones being hurt. She was tired of feeling like she was helpless to help the ones she loved when they needed it most. Some healer she was…

Once in the den she made sure Beauregard was situated on the furs before following after Bae. She knew he wouldn’t like that she was outside but she couldn’t settle down. Not yet. Not without him. Lucy slipped up to his side and unceremoniously flopped her rump onto the earth before carefully pushing against him. She didn’t say anything, but her aura made it clear she wasn’t going back in until he did.

"Speech!"