THE POOR LITTLE BLACK SHEEP
01-28-2014, 08:43 PM
In the aftermath of the storm, she had taken time to sort herbs, restocking them and preparing them for whatever would come next. She was apparently alone, Irune wasn't in the den at the moment, though it didn't bother Eris. The small woman wanted her daughter to play, and learn the fundamentals of pack life along with her other siblings. A soft sneeze interrupted her sorting, and the russet woman paused for a moment,her head lifting from the herbs, scenting the air. The tang of herbs made it hard to distingusish who it was, but when an alto voice filtered in the den, calling for her, she realized that it was Eulari. One of Isardis's daughters and a sweet fea, one she hadn't spent much time, regardless Eris turned quickly moving to the mouth of the den. A warm bark would leave her, her tail wagging lightly behind her, "Eulari! Of course I have a moment! Come in! Come in!" Golden eyes scanned over the woman, and she would speak again, "You're alright aren't you, not feeling sick or injured?" She couldn't scent sickness or injury but that didn't mean that the woman couldn't have something wrong with her. Speech... |