Marked

Walk | Talk | Think

Her father was quiet as he led the way from the riverside to his den, and as he stepped assuredly inside Anais paused hesitantly within the entryway. He seemed intent upon something, rummaging about as if he had misplaced a necessary item, and as he did so he spoke. It was not words of protest, as she had feared it would be, but words of warning. She was instantly relieved and wagged her tail with a grin - she was going to get her marking! - but it was becoming obvious there was more to this request than she had considered. Herbs? The significance was lost to her as she leaned her head curiously to one side, though she supposed she understood about not fidgeting. She wanted her marking to look like the ones Nako and Bane wore, not a squiggly, nonsensical line.

She was still puzzling over what she had not quite deciphered as she followed his direction and drifted further into the den to be guided onto her side. Stubbornly she kept her head raised, accepting the lick to her cheek with a distracted smile, though it only made it easier for her father to connect his swinging paw with her chin. Pain was there only for an instant before her dizziness escalated into a blackout, consciousness leaving her for what felt like only a second and as she came back to she wished she could go back under again. Her shoulder hurt, much worse than she had been anticipating it to. Eyes clenching even more tightly shut, the girl's body tensed as a soft whine slipped free, remaining still upon the ground as her waking mind caught up with the injury inflicted during her blackout. Even with all the tearing and prodding done and over with, the leftover wound was not comfortable.

Just a little she squinted her watery, yellow-gold eyes, surprised to find that her father lay right there within her field of vision, or at least what she could see through the tears. Even more threatened to come forth and spill over as she saw him, her ears angling to pin themselves while her lower lip wobbled. Unsteadily she called to him with a quiet, "Dad," to receive some of his comfort and assurance that everything was fine.