Cherry Blossom Lips
01-19-2014, 01:26 PM
She had not been clever about hiding her mishap, the painful yowl she had let loose was bound to draw attention. And yet, she had not found a way out of the hole. Her ears would fall back as she tried to regain her footing, but the pain was intense and it was a difficult incline. Her iron will would not let her give up however, and she would try to bring herself out of the pit once more, but as she looked up to the precipice she was confronted by another wolf. She would visually become taken aback at his sudden presence, her orchid gaze would take him in as he offered his name. "Easy there miss, I'm Shilah of the Nomads, a healer by trade and training." The brute was of interesting heritage, and his pelt was to match. She would look over his silky black fur and white marked legs. He was almost as odd as her own coloration, but still no match for the Black family patterns. His bright blue gaze would look down upon her with concern, and would sedate her need to growl at him. She was hurt, and was more than a little stuck where she was. He seemed to want to help her, but she hated accepting help from others more than almost anything else. It was unfortunate she had little knowledge of plants healing powers and more about how well they could hide her. She would sigh as she prepared to concede defeat, she didn't wish his help but it seemed she had no other choice, with her hurt paw there was little she could do stuck in a hole. Her pride was not so large that she was willing to die for it. She would sigh before she let the lyrics fall from her marked jaws, "You may call me Twig, I'd rather not accept your help to be truthful. It seems however I am left with no other option." She was quite down trodden as she watched him descend. Speech, |