Foreshadowing

Walk | Talk | Think

It was by sheer luck that Mercianne happened to be within the same vicinity as Awaken and Ithurial. Rarely did she hunt with others, and admittedly she had been slacking with her duties as a hunter now that her thoughts had become so wrapped up in becoming a healer, so she had already determined to catch something, if only a little something, to add to the pack's stores. With the weather taking the turn that it was, the cream colored white wolf was sure every little bit would help.

She stalked along near the edge of the territory, paw steps careful and quiet as she placed them delicately into the snow. Her muzzle trailed over the topmost layer of snow, scenting for anything that might have passed by recently. Two scents, rather strong to indicate recentness, caught her attention, and one in particular made her smile. She recognized the dark colored wolf's scent from the recent excitement that had taken place within her home's borders of late, and was incredibly happy to note that the care she had given to Awaken's wounds had been enough to let him wander the lands freely and so soon. In such a short time, she had grown close to him, counting him among her most trusted friends for the protection and companionship he had offered her. He was one of the few friends she had that she could reasonably see on a daily basis for being part of her pack.

Had everything remained the way it was, Merci likely would have gone along about her business and left the two wolves she had scented alone. She had no reason to trouble them, and likely if they wished to find her they could have by trailing her own scent. But as she began to continue about her hunt, once again focusing on the other smells that mingled in the area, she heard something out of the ordinary. The voice was youthful, anxious, loud and desperate. The white wolf's ears perked and her head rose, turning to stare toward the rapidly approaching figure of a young she-wolf. Generally she was not of much help to anyone - even her healing skills were meager at best - but the poor wolf seemed in such a state of fright that she felt compelled to find out what was wrong.

Lifting her voice, Mercianne barked toward the running figure, turning completely and then hurrying over to join her. There was no smile about her face - her concern completely overrode any sense to signify that she was a friend and not someone to fear - but her tail gave a faint wag as if to say she wished to help. "What is it?" she asked as she came closer, hoping now that she had placed herself in a position to help that she actually could.