weathered souls
05-20-2013, 08:05 PM
Gerhardt could hardly imagine the pain and suffering Loccian must be going through. To lose a loved one had to be the worst pain a wolf could endure, but that wasn't all she had gone through. Because of her suffering she had been starving herself and inflicting pain upon her body. Gerhardt could hardly imagine that would help the situation at all. He heaved a sigh, distraught over his friend. He felt as if he was failing his members. He was offering them everything he could, but it still didn't seem like enough - at least not to him. But Gerhardt knew he was being foolish, he knew he was only blaming himself for things out of his control. Bronze seemed to be handling this well, and idly the King wondered if he'd been faced with situations like this before. He requested a meal for Loccian, but not for himself. Gerhardt smiled, but inwardly planned to bring enough food for both of them. Bronze would likely be with Loccian for much of the day and didn't need to have to worry about eating. It was the least the King could do. "I'll see to it she is fed." It was a solemn promise, with a brief nod of his head in agreement. Then, Bronze would offer up a question. Ah yes, Gerhardt had nearly forgotten what he'd been looking for Bronze for! "Ah, yes. There is a rogue bull terrorizing wolves. He recently managed to inflict an injury on one of our females, and I can't have him running around harming anyone else. I was wondering if you would be willing to join in on a hunting party to put the beast down?" Of course, if Bronze would rather not get involved it would be understandable, though Gerhardt sincerely hoped that he would. The King needed strong wolves on his side if they were to kill the beast, and Bronze was definitely a strong wolf. OOC, shortpost is short :c "Speech" |