Predated to a few days prior cause I am LAZY

The sand was rough and grainy beneath the pale of her paws as Hanako trudged along the length of the beach, head held low and energy levels plummeting with each step. She was just so TIRED all the time, deep and embedded, nothing a quick midday nap could shake off. And believe me, she'd tried. Eating was a mixed bag too, sometimes she got all uppity and insistent she wanted to eat this very particular kind of bird- a chicken if you must know- only to be completely turned off by the sight and smell of it. Nope. Take it away, right now!

Ugh and the nausea, do not get her started on that! The less said, the better and Hanako was desperate for history not to repeat itself. She would NEVER throw up on herself again, never ever ever, even if some days she felt as though she was teetering real close to it.

Long story short, she felt terrible. What else was there to say? A lot, actually. Preferably to someone who knew medical stuff and could bring this nightmare to an end. Tipping her head back, she let out a none too patient call. Healer-she didn't care who- get over here. With no please attached.

"speech."  

Mojito was a very busy wolf, even if for the most part the Armada wasn't usually too full of emergencies, patching up scratches and putting ointments on bruises sure, the wolves here sure did love to spar but for the most part he didn't usually have to worry to much. So when someone called for him, well that was usually a bad sign. Mojito glanced at Hoa, nodding for the sheep to follow and Mojito left the hut to answer the call.

Without knowing what he was going to face his sheep was there to be a go between, in case he needed to get any herbs. Mojito arrived as quickly as he could, trotting towards the sea and pale blue gaze falling on Hanako. A soft smile pulled at his lips, it had been some time since he'd last seen her but the young woman had given him a good impression when she's deigned to play with him in the shallows as a pup, back when he had basically no friends to speak of... Not that that had actually changed much.

"Hanako. What can I do for you?" He asked, openly running his gaze over her looking for any obvious or open wounds.



Speech

Art by Rivaah

Thankfully Hanako wasn't left waiting for long. She had no idea who would turn up, nor did she really care as long as they made her feel better. But what if they couldn't? What if whatever condition she had was terminal, a sign she was going to die a slow and torturous death? Thinking that way only made her feel all the more exhausted, like picking at a scab till it bled anew.

Thankfully Mojito was the one to heed her call, a kind and patient healer who for reasons Hanako couldn't understand seemed to harbour affection for Asla. If anyone could make her feel better it'd be him, right?

"I feel terrible. Sick and tired all the time."  That was the short of it, better to keep it quick and concise so he could get to healing her faster.