Worth the Pain!
01-19-2014, 12:08 AM
| Erani |
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Strength flowed back into the snowy Valhallan lead healer with each passing day. Surreal and Alsander were taking attentive care of her, and she was almost ready to move to the new territory. That was a nettle in her heart. To leave behind the place that Cairo and Collision had chosen, so long ago, and yet not so long ago. To leave his grave behind, and her den. All because of Glaciem. A deep sigh huffed through her nostrils as she padded along the path to Cairo?s Glade, on one of her strolls that would help strengthen her muscles. She was putting on weight, her ribs only slightly defined now, and her muscles were showing stronger, no longer shaking, as long as she didn?t push herself too much. Rains had washed away the scents of battle, a minor flood of the river wiping away the traces, save for the grave of Lovatt, and the grave of the grey male from Glaciem. Her tail flicked, deep blue gaze sweeping the surroundings quietly as she traversed a steep incline, paws silent as a wildcats. As she arrived in the small, cool glade that was the resting place of her king, she slowed, finally coming to a stop beside the riot of aromatic herbs and colorful flowers. Slowly, her haunches lowered, the rest of her body following, until she lay beside the resting place. Her head resting between her paws, her eyes closed, ears flicking as she listened to the heartbeat of the glade. Her ears perked abruptly, before her head lifted. There was a change in the rhythms of the surroundings, a scent on the wind. Quietly, she rose, following the feel of the change, following the scent on the wind. A female, on the verge of adding to the world. Erani veered and padded toward her den, entering the cave and stopping at the herb pile. Would there be any of the herbs like these on that island? She selected the plants needed for birthing, turning away and leaving the den, patiently making her way through the territory again, following once more the stranger?s scent. There were hints of a familiar scent mingled with the female. Friction?s scent, in fact. Erani hadn?t seen the male in a while. She came to a stop at the mouth of the den containing the female, giving a low, muffled woof of greeting. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
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