What I've Done
03-18-2014, 09:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-10-2014, 07:33 AM by Shilah I.)
Shilah moved around the rocky mountain face with caution and practiced percision. Paw after paw gracefully carried the young healer through the perilous terrain and closer to his destination of home. Even though he was a pack wolf now Shilah was very much a nomad at heart. He just couldn't sit still and had taken once again to wandering though he did so with very specific goals and reasons for doing so. He was gathering herbs. Herbs he could not find in the warm lusciousness of Valhalla. Between his jaws was a gathering of chamomile as well as the more exotic belladonna, a painkiller and poison that could be a bit more difficult to find. It was on his way down that he caught the tangy, sweaty smell of stress. Ears flicked forward and he picked up his pace, following his nose to see a large black brute was collapsed a short ways off the path. Shilah took in the brutes form and frowned. The ebony male was not looking too good. He was shivering, panting and clearly unwell. Had he had a close call with some large predator. Shilah gingerly scented the air but found nothing that would alert him to immediate danger. Cautiously he approached the other male, stopping briefly to set down his gathering. "Hello? I'm Shilah of the Nomads, healer of Valhalla. You look to be unwell? will you let me help you?" He sided on caution this time. The brute was considerably larger than him and very strung out. While trained to battle as well as heal Shilah had no desire to test his luck. Of course he could also be quite stubborn as well when it came to helping others. Speech |
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