Worn Out Faces
Eyes closed as the beast took in a deep breath, body shuddering with the action. The sun was nice on her back, giving her warmth and slowly began to dry any freshly oozing cuts she might have opened. Her ears twitched at the sound of footsteps approaching, but since there wasn't anyone else nearby she would figure it was the young wolf coming closer out of curiosity. On their own they were not dangerous, especially younger ones, so Zanire didn't bother moving away or striking out. He wouldn't get too close though, just enough so she could hear him and he could perhaps get a look.
He asked if he could help, if she needed it. That his mother was a healer and he knew a bit, giving his name and asking for hers. Zenkai... Sorrell-Savvil... For some reason it felt as if the woman should know what that meant, those names... they should have triggered something in her memory but with how events went after she last saw Kar, there was a barrier preventing her from recognizing it. When it came to her name however, her face scrunched up in confusion and annoyance. She... she couldn't remember... it had been so long since she had to give her name.
With a low growl she would look away from the boy, neither giving her name or voicing if he could attend her wounds or not. That alone was her answer, yes, treat me. Limbs stretched out as she shifted to be on her stomach, allowing access to any part of her body. |