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*Surreal* · 04-10-2014, 12:19 PM

Surreal Adravendi

Surreal was one happy wolf. As yet, though, she hadn?t talked to her mother about Falk. She doubted her mother would be angry about her daughter being in love with a male who very clearly returned the feelings, but still, she was a little nervous; after all, it wasn?t every day that you could tell your mother that your were in love. But she wanted her mother and Falk to meet. Falk had gone back to tell Taurig about them, and track his sister down. So Surreal went about her duties as a Beta with a smile on her face.

The smile fell, however, as she spotted a sandy golden form buckling to the ground on the borders. Surreal broke into a trot, slowing as she came to within speaking distance of the stranger. The swollen red, pus oozing injuries on the male that she could see mad her nose wrinkle. She knew a little about healing, her knowledge growing more lately due to how her mother ran the pack, and she could tell the injuries were badly infected. The male radiated heat, yet shivered as though nothing on earth would warm him. Fever. She stepped forward, glancing over at Alsander, whom she had forgotten was with her on the patrol; wandering mind, you know.

?Get mother? I?ll try and get him further in, maybe even to Mother?s den.? Her cousin nodded, bounding away toward the heart of the Territory. Surreal?s mismatched blue and gold gaze landed on the sandy male again, and as she stepped up to the collapsed form, she lowered her head to nose at his face. It was then that she noticed the scar on his forehead, between the brow points. It resembled those of Amia and Shilah, but theirs were only two vertical lines. His was more intricate. ?My name is Surreal, Beta Primary of Valhalla. You?re in safe paws.? Her voice was soft, accented in a British/Scots/Russian mixture that made her words sound unique, almost lyrical. ?I?m going to help you as far as you can go. Lean on me if you can?t hold yourself up.?

She lowered her front end down, nosing under the male?s chin in an attempt to help him rise and lean upon her shoulder. Once she felt he was secure, she started forward slowly, as she had seen her mother do with weak patients. ?What?s your name?? Conversation was key, her mother had often said. It helped the patient to focus on something, helped them hold on to consciousness. So she would chat with him as they went.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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