I'm Pretty Sure

She couldn't help but feel hurt, but she was certain she was not nearly as hurt as Novel herself. Ara would stifle another whine from slipping from her throat, unused to feeling so utterly helpless. All she could do was get Novel home, and clean and tend to her wounds. They didn't look terrible -- and they were certainly not life-threatening -- but it was obvious something else had happened here. Novel's smell was different, tainted with the stale scent of a stranger, and she felt her stomach lurch as she considered what could've happened to her. Why, of all wolves, had someone attacked Novel? She knew life wasn't fair but this seemed so merciless. Still she didn't know what exactly had warranted the attack, but she couldn't imagine Novel provoking anyone, especially not to do something like this. Silence would engulf her as they walked, as she struggled to remain calm but keep her pace steady.


It was obvious Novel didn't feel safe here. This had been her home once. What had happened? She swore she felt tears well in her blue eyes but she blinked hard, keeping them from falling. Novel wasn't ready to talk, as much as she wanted to know who had hurt her, and forcing it from her would likely only upset her more. "Okay," she managed to spit out, her voice hoarse with sadness and anger. Though she wasn't violent by nature, she was overcome with a sudden hate toward whoever had hurt her best friend. It made her stomach writhe painfully, her head fogging with malice and fear.


She didn't know how long they walked, but she would not stop until they made it to Novel's den. Finally she would let a gentle sigh escape her lips, her breath shaky and her. "Lay down," she would instruct her softly, stifling another whine that threatened to fall from her parted lips.