End of the Dream
06-10-2014, 10:47 AM
It seemed like all he could do now was wait. They were trying different combinations of herbs, hoping for the best, praying to whatever they believed in, but so far they could only ease the symptoms and hope that a cure would present itself soon. It was maddening. The druid hated not being able to really do anything for this ill wolves, but it wasn't just him. It seemed none of the healers were having much luck. Even Erani. He sighed, trying to pull his thoughts away from the worry and back onto the task at hand. Suddenly, however, a strange scent and the twinge of blood on the air caught his attention and his ears perked up, his two-toned gaze searched frantically for the source. It could be anything from a sick rouge looking for help to a trespasser fighting with a pack member so Cael had no idea what he was going into. He only knew that he at least had to find the trespasser and go from there. Following the scent, he finally spotted a dark form up ahead and hurried to catch up with him. He didn't smell the sickness on him, so that at least was a relief. He circled around to face the male, giving him a few feet of distance between them to be safe. Cael saw the blood on his head, quickly examining it from a distance and seeing the gash there. "Sir, my name is Cael. I'm a healer, I can help you with your wound if you'll let me. But I do need to ask you to stop because you are trespassing on Valhallen territory." Speech Thought Companion Others |