Something was quite wrong today. An air of uncertainty had radiated from her as she anxiously would sort her herbs, mechanically moving the leaves and bundles from one rock in her den to the next. Mismatched gems were full of uncertain hopes that no member of Abaven would be injured today, but her hopes would be shattered as a distress call would ring, washing directly at her mocha-hued auditories. Bass! Was he hurt? It was rather distant, but hopefully she could make it to her brother in time to help with whatever was a problem. Her heart raced as she would quickly gather a small bundle of basic herbs, some to dress wounds and other to ease pain. She hadn't bothered to wrap them neatly, placing them in a strip of bark and bolting from the den, pearly stilts beating the ground madly. She knew Bass had gone out past Abaven lands in search of another area to lay claim to for the rapidly-growing population of the pack. Where had he gone and gotten caught? Fear roiled off her in waves as she would pound the earth, right in the direction the call had come.
Without ⭐️'s, what would happen to us then?
Hurry, Hurry, HURRY! The tempest pushed herself harder and harder to run faster than a cheetah. The wind whipped at her maw, as she barreled through forests and plains to reach the source of the call. Pearly stilts would skid to a stop, ears pinning in horror at the sight. Mismatched gems swept the entire scene. Blood... Death... It stung at her nose, but the sight was not finished. The source of the smell of blood... was a twisted body at a cluster of rocks, broken and clad in blood. Hajime... Bass was at the edge, clinging for dear life with a poor child whose fate had been of doom. No! Abaven needed it's leader, and the pup of Hajime needed their father. His body had been so still, devoid of life. No, no, no! She abandoned the loose bundle of herbs at the edge, then rushed toward Bass's side, her crown arcing low to grasp the pup, her mouth shutting tight on the scruff of the child, making sure to hold him gently, a whine coming from his tiny muzzle. Mismatched gems were full of sorrow, as she backed up, to the safer edge of the cliffside, gently dropping the pup at her bundle of herbs, in case he was wounded. There was no blood on him, but it seemed some pain had hit him. Mismatched gems darted about the scene, as she would rush over to Bass once more, lowering her head to grasp the side of his scruff, as she would begin to scuffle backwards, pearly stilts squared, with digits driving into the rock for any traction. She was a healer, indeed, but she still was quite strong. Hopefully Bass would have the strength to scramble up to safety with her help. She would release him if Bass could move up, pearly stilts gliding over to the young child, who appeared to have a cut paw. Gently, she would caress him, gently licking him upon his head to soothe him, then chiming in a sweet voice. "You'll be okay... You'll be okay, Levi..." She gave a warm smile, her pearly banner wrapping about the child, mismatched gems warm and shimmering. "Can I see your paw?"
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