I be Trippin' (Ebony)
09-20-2014, 11:29 AM
Valeriya was completely out of her element. She was no sage, no healer. Gods, why wasn't he moving, why did he just remain there on the ground? We he admitted he didn't know the extent of his injuries. Panic threatened to well up and consume her but she forced it back down with a gulp. She was the Queen of Ebony for godssakes! She'd spent half a year out in the wilds and she hadn't even been a year old... She could handle this. Val took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Would you like me to go fetch you a healer? We have several in the pack here, all very good at what they do." She wanted to help this male, if he would only let her. If she only knew how. If he rejected that offer, well, she'd just have to think of something else. A meal probably wouldn't hurt, but she'd need to get him on his feet first, less something more malicious find him while she was away. "I'm Valeriya Xanilov, by the way. I'm Queen over these lands, I can get you whatever you need." She meant it as reassurance, not as bragging, and hoped he would take it that way. Her resources were somewhat more considerable that the average Joe who might have stumbled across him. She shifted her weight from one paw to another, eager to be one with it, to do something other than just standing. She had always been a wolf of action, and careful deliberation had never been a strong suit. Still, with something as delicate as this, she knew she ought to pay some extra attention. |