? Say something, I'm giving up on you ?
At her mismatched gems beat tears. Hajime had not been part of the pack for long, but the male was honorable, and the last parent his poor children had. Every day, she had watched the male play with his children, slowly healing his wounded heart. Such innocent children... shouldn't have to face such losses... They now were orphans, lone pups with no one to protect them?more importantly to love and care for them. Each thought brought a new wave of tears to mismatched gems, stinging at her lids, fighting the tears. Almost, she had ignored the poor child in her embrace. He had feebly stuck is sprained paw forth, and she would lick it gently, her tongue rasping over the scraped pad. Words of hope from the child came to veldt ears, but she had no idea how to put it, without causing the poor child's hopes to be shattered in a blunt way. Mismatched gems softened as she ceased her licking, a smooth and warm voice coming from inky lips. "He is dancing in the stars now..." Mismatched gems dulled as she would crane her head, reaching for a herb in her bundle to place on the child's sprained pad. Her mouth found it's way to a clump of plantain and lamb's ear. Gently, her paw would shift over the young boy, then falling down, her pressure being held just enough to try and hold the pup down should he try to flee to the still casket of his father.
The weed of plantain would crunch in her mouth as she chewed it, making sure not to let it touch her tongue, if she could help it, creating a poultice, which she would spit out onto a leaf, using her free paw to dip in it, as she generously spread it upon the child's sprained paw. Once the poultice had been applied, the mocha cloaked temptress would find a leaf of lamb's ear, gently wrapping it about his paw, her voice speaking of only calm and care. "Just massage it often, and don't take off the bandage until it dries up. Don't put too much weight on your paw, and it will be better in no time." Her pearly banner would sweep over the young child calmingly, as she gave him a gentle lick upon his crown, mismatched gems warm before she would stand up, allowing the young boy to do what he wished, but she would watch him carefully, but hopefully he wouldn't scamper off.
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