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CALLISTO

Walk | Talk | Think

The moment he turned to look her way she was struck by a sudden and inexplicable familiarity despite being relatively positive she had never seen this wolf before. He was not of the pack and rarely did Callisto come across others when she made her secretive ventures beyond those borders. Silvery blue eyes narrowed at him as she looked him over, studying his stocky frame and unique russet colored marking that draped across one side of his face. Could she have seen him somewhere in passing and that was why her recollection of him was so poor? But her quick assessing glance caught sight of his favored leg and it ceased to matter.

The ocean waters must have been icy as winter from the completely soaked state of the wolf and the way in which he only noticed the injury to his leg by looking at it. Oh, if only all reactions could have been that priceless. Callisto had to bite her lip to prevent a smile as she watches the surprise, the horror, cross the wolf's face, as if he might have only realized the limb to be there at all. It must have been pretty numb from the cold for him not to have any idea of how the injury had happened, though a glance away and at the water, still churning under the force d the storm, explained that well enough. What had possessed him to go swimming in this weather?

She did not ask; the shadowy young wolf crept closer to perform a more thorough inspection of the injured left foreleg, intending to offer whatever help she could as a means to improve and practice her skill. He posed a new question, one conversational compared to the strictly business tone Callisto had already set. She paused to glance upward into his face, her blank look somewhat guarded as it was incredulous. Did he really mean to make small talk with her, when he could barely stand let alone speak without his voice shivering with cold? Boy, she had her work cut out for her.

"Lay down and put your leg out," she instructed with the cold, flat tone of someone who was too focused upon the medicine at hand to pay special care to the patient's feelings. "Give me a minute. I'm going to see if I can't find anything to treat it." Without giving him time to pose another question Callisto turned and meandered through the rainy wood in search of the plants that she had been taking note of earlier as she walked. There had to be something of use here.

She had hoped to find more than she did, but all things considered she could hardly be very picky. Within her jaws she carried a small plant, a few tiny white flowers still miraculously clinging to the stems, and set it down before the injured male. "Eat this." It was lucky this island territory was similar to home. Max's training had proven very useful to her. Realizing after a second that her direction might have made little sense, particularly since he had no knowledge that she was being trained in healing, Callisto added, "Should help ease the pain." If only she knew of something around here to stop it from becoming infected too.

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