May I Come Home?

*Imena* · 04-01-2014, 08:45 PM

Imena

Since the meeting she had repeatedly attacked her own forelegs. She had laid there in her den, jaws snapping down on her limbs till she felt the pain and tasted her own blood. And though she treated them each time, the wounds were still fresh, still easy to spot with the fact the from her knee to her ankle fur was thinning. But it gave her relief from her internal suffering, allow her mind to escape the heartbreak and focus on physical pain and healing. Caerul might have been disappointed in her method of coping. But with doing that she was trying to be more involved with the pack. She had set out to find Amia, the young nomad. Something about the girl was calming and the two she-wolves had hit it off right away.

Amia didn't judge her wounds, didn't give her the look of pity or shame. She didn't question any of it. But silently Imena knew Amia was just offering her unconditional love. The girl was full of it, it pulsed off of her like a heartbeat. She had taken the girl under her wing for training her farther in the art of healing. And while the girl never spoke much, Imena knew something was amiss by Amia longing and sorrow gaze while they trained and gather together. But today Imena would let the girl have a break to go and do as she wished. For today she wanted to find Shilah and get to know him for she would be training him as well.

Along her way she had gathered more herbs, lavender, poppy seeds, alfalfa, and elderberry. Carrying all those herbs she did not scent anyone in her path. She would just have to take these plants to her den before she called for Shilah. But life had other plans for her. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts on what to go over with the young Nomad male she hadn't seen him till she was a few feet away. Glancing up she instantly froze. There he stood, bright as the sun, his eyes searching for her's. Her body shook and the herbs fell from her jaws as she continued to stare at him. Had she finally lost it? Had the suffering been too much for her mind and heart that it was conjuring up images of him now? She took two steps back, shaking her head violently, eyes squeezed shut. But when she looked again he was still there. Fear over took her and her mouth grew dry. Was he really here? Was Cael really standing before her?

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