The Swaying Grasses
05-10-2013, 11:33 AM
She was a pup - she knew a story when she heard one - and setting into the grass, looking up with intense interest. She liked hearing about Rogue's past - it was frightening, but exciting too! (exciting as fear only can be for those who have never had to face real terror) And to hear that her Uncle approved of her desire to be a healer - well that made her tail blur with happy wagging. Rogue's offer to teach her what he could was met with equal excitement. "Oh! I'd love to hear them!" How wonderful that would be! She could start early: gathering up her own little store in the pack cave, bandaging up her brothers when their brawls went south,....threatening to poison them when they were naughty. Oh yes, this would be fun. Orica beamed. She'd be as skilled as her Auntie Asheni by the time she was a yearling! (or such she told herself) She popped to her paws at once. "Can we go? Can you show me?" Daddy wouldn't mind her leaving his site - he could already see that she was with her Uncle. Truth be told, she felt as safe with Uncle Rogue as she did with her sire. |
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