Walk | Talk | Think
Though she claimed her irritation was inwardly pointed and not at all a reflection of her own sentiments toward those who were helping her, Rune still kept his narrowed gaze fixed on the woman as a precaution. He knew better than to think her words would stop her from lashing out if whatever treatment his daughter decided upon made her more uncomfortable or caused her enough pain to make her try stopping the little healer from doing her work. Standing quietly off to the side while the grey and black girl went about inspecting and then cleaning the wound, Rune remained silent as a statue, ever observant and critically analyzing each movement and look given by the injured female.
When all was said and done, she had done well, giving the explanation that Warja had asked for and not once complaining or lashing out if things had gotten too unbearable. His gaze landed upon his daughter with approval, delighted even if he did not show it to see how much her skills had grown on her own. He really did need to consider getting her another healer to train with in the pack, however. While he trusted her judgment better than anyone else in Secretua, he was still aware of other wolves like Erani who were the best trained in their skill and knew there was always something new to learn.
Surprisingly the wolf was able to get to her feet - her injured leg still held gingerly off the ground - and even after the small treatment she seemed better than the crumpled, weak thing she had been when he had found her. Just a little Rune debated keeping her here as further practice for his daughter - at least this way she could watch a wound all the way from her first treatment to when it was nothing more than a scar with a story - and it took the wolf's offer to finally make him think more realistically about it. She was in their debt, and she had said it herself. Rune's frosty gaze shifted to meet his daughter's green stare momentarily, finding nothing truly telling there, before once again moving to rest on the injured rogue.
Hmm. She was not going to be any help for now. She could barely get around on three legs, and she had done a piss poor job of keeping herself in good shape with her wound as bad as it was. But if she was so willing to repay them, to pledge herself to the pack that had, as she put it, saved her life... "You will do nothing until Warja has decided your wound is healed enough for exercise," he instructed, decision made and gaze unwavering as he delivered his verdict upon the injured wolf, "I don't want that wound taking longer than necessary to heal. Only then will you begin fulfilling pack duties. You will be a Scout for now, but once you are able to move freely you can choose between Guard, Hunter, or Medic if you've a mind to focus on a different task." Dedicated wolves were what Secretua needed, and if this wolf was willing to repay the pack that had saved her as she made it sound Rune was willing to give her the chance.
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