*~* Secret ♥ Fear *~*
05-03-2013, 12:48 AM
Walk | "Talk" | Think Kylar smiled. Surely nothing could be truly wrong if Kylar smiled? Rune couldn't quite bring himself to mimic the gesture, though he was soothed by the sight of it, his frosty eyes shifting with a quick peek at the unconscious white wolf on the floor of the cavern. Her fur was a tattered mess, and the smell of her open leg was quite overpowering, but in the light of day, with a wash and some care, he thought she might have looked pretty. Now, though, she looked half dead, an empty shell of what she should have been. It was sad, and upsetting, but at the same time frightening only because he had not the slightest clue what had happened. Letting his pale gaze shift back to his father, the young pup stared still with his brow knitted, understanding the danger of the situation even if he could not quite comprehend what had happened. He backed up a step to give Kylar room as the larger male pushed to his feet, and Rune noted the prominent smear of blood that covered his front end where it had seeped from the unconscious wolf along the stone to where he had laid. It was a disturbing sight, though he had to remind himself that it was not his father's blood, or at least as far as he knew. His dark coated father confirmed this when he admitted to being none the wiser about what had happened and even who the unconscious wolf was. And when Kylar instructed him to stay a sudden panic set in. But he was only a pup! What could he do? Just howl? Though his expression intensified, his jaw slightly tighter and his eyes suddenly more nervous, he nodded his head resolutely, reassuring his father he was up for the task despite his anxieties. His father thought he could do this; and so he would. The dull grey pup watched as Kylar left the cave the same way Rune had arrived and then turned in place to watch the unconscious wolf again. It really was a shame this had happened, for whatever reason. If someone had intended to kill her, then they should have done it completely. This was torturous. Shifting his gaze to the ground, Rune stepped toward the wolf, carefully avoiding the blood as best he could, before he found a relatively dry spot near her side that he reclined within to sit and watch her. He stared at her still face for a moment, wondering if she even knew what had happened herself. The fluttering yet consistent rise and fall of her side was reassurance enough that she was alive, but for how much longer? There was so much blood upon the ground as it was, and she really did look bad enough already. "Just don't die until he comes back, okay?" he whispered softly to the slumbering figure. "Let him try first." She was quiet and still the rest of the time that Rune waited and took no sharp steps out of this life, all things Rune was relieved of by the time Kylar returned with his mouth full of dried and partially dried plant parts. Getting to his paws, the youth watched attentively as his father approached and set what he carried on the bloody floor of the cave, stepping closer only when he motioned him to. He began talking about each of the different plants in turn, and Rune did his best to distinguish between them with the new information he was being given. Plantain leaves. Comfrey. Cayenne. No sooner had he finished explaining the purposes of each plant to his son, Kylar began forming the paste he had mentioned, and as he did so Rune watched him curiously. His father knew herbs? This was something unexpected. He had never really thought about his father spending much time studying plants and their uses before this moment, and as he applied the paste he had made to the injured wolf's leg he was suddenly very glad he did. Maybe even he would learn what he could, just in case the knowledge should ever become useful. Plantain leaves. Comfrey. Cayenne, he repeated, not wanting to forget his first unexpected lesson in herbs. The mashed up mixture settled well upon the wolf's injured leg as Kylar tended to her wound, and Rune continued to stand beside him, every observant and curiously watching. His father moved with such certainty, such prevision, that he began to wonder if his quick thinking and fast action could really have been in time to help the wolf from an early end. "When will we know if it's working?" he asked gently, hushing his voice enough this time so that it didn't quite ring so loudly as it had done the first. If the wolf should wake during his father's administrations, he didn't want it to be because of him. |
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