It was mere hours since Bass had returned scarred and beat up. The medic had learned of the tragedy behind his wounds: and of the loss they could suffer from. What perhaps could hit her hardest is that Irune -- her apprentice that was challenged for by a king from distant lands -- had simply stood and watched the battle occur, saying nothing to falter their brawl nor making her own choice. The Abaven king had been moved to his choice den, where he would rest and recover for the coming weeks until he was strong enough and capable of leading a pack once more. She had been busing herself with gathering herbs to give to Bass in daily doses to aid in his recovery and to help him grow stronger faster. "...I don't understand: what other cruel kings live beyond our and our family's lands? Is Irune happy now -- underneath the thumb of the said albino ruler?" There were so many questions left unanswered, including the sudden appearance of yet another hiding sibling: Rhythm. She obviously cared for Bass, but it seemed she had been watching him for some time, but not long enough to learn of the battle he had fought to win.
Completely oblivious she was to the fact that her chocolate-coated sister still yet roamed the lands, having hopefully joined Abaven's ranks as a member by now, since being shown around by her other chocolate sister. But perhaps she had not and was just gathering the bearings of the strange new world of Alacritia before she would leave for exploration just as Chord had. She was hunched in her den, coal-black nose seeking Ginseng Root: an herb used to aid in fortifying energy and as well as to increase appetite and to lower stress, for she could feel Bass' worry and shock of his loss, and his fear of being called out on being a supposed weak leader. She shook her head just as a shadow would block out the lighting in her den, a shy-marked chocolate-coated sister standing at the entrance. Mismatched gems abandoned the herbs for a moment to gaze backward, pearly banner gently thumping on the ground. "Oh sorry, Rhythm. Sometimes I get really caught up in assembling my herbs, and seeing Bass wounded is really worrying me... especially by another king of a distant pack who could possibly declare war on our innocent pack..." A warm smile would spread upon inky lips as mismatched gems took in the shade of her sister, welcoming the sight of her again. "I haven't really had the time to properly greet you. I assume you've already seen Bass and Motif and spent some time with them." She chortled gently -- of course she had already done so.
