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Jael
Modesty
Storm Herald
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
62
NachoMumma
Now the chill had left the air, she didn't feel so averse to leaving her room. This litter had taken it out of her, between almost drowning in labor and soaking out on the beach in the wind, she had come down with a nasty case of pneumonia. She did well to hide it from Gil, and Sakana had been her almost constant companion during the time, keeping her strength up and wrangling the children when she ran out of energy, forcing all sorts of foul concoctions down her throat to keep her alive, and goodness, there had been haggard days when all she had wanted was to be allowed to die.
Before she could dare to face the rest of the pack, the young healer had even lent her his monkey to groom her fur properly, somehow getting some of the familiar scented oils from her childhood to give her coat a bit of shine so anyone that saw her wouldn't be able to tell just how unwell she had been. She had always been slim, and the boy had been bold enough to accuse her of being dangerously so at the moment, but she doubted anyone would question her. It wasn't any of their business anyway.
She made her way downstairs and already dreaded the climb back up, but that was a problem for future Modesty. If she didn't get some fresh air, she really would wither up and die. The sun warmed her coat quickly and she steadily made her way down to the shore. She pulled a face at the peacefully lapping waves. Fucking island. What a disaster that had almost been. As she flopped under the palm, it dawned on her that this was probably the tree under which her latest litter had been born. How unfortunate that she couldn't rustle up the energy to move.
“Speech.”
Modesty
Storm Herald
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
62
NachoMumma
Modesty allows her eyes to drift almost closed, simply soaking up the bone warming rays of the sun. She doesn't stay alone for long, and she contemplates the interloper openly. She hadn't met the tiny brown thing before, the mottled pattern far from unfamiliar to her eyes, just the one wearing it. But she knew the scent well enough from her husband's pelt, she wasn't quite sure what to make of all that.
While she was the Wife in title, they hadn't actually married, and two litters later, she had begun to doubt that they would. Not that it mattered overly to her anymore. She had done her duty to her mother's Gods and married or not, her divinity was assured. She was far from the rambunctious yearling she had been, and Gil had ambitions, clearly. She had begun to wonder where exactly she was supposed to fit into all his plans.
She allowed her front legs to stretch out, curling her toes and trying (poorly) to conceal a barking cough that pushed its way from her lungs. “Don't spend too long in there, you'll catch your death.” She warned the smaller canine with a grin that only pulled at the right corner of her lips. Ha. She was even starting to sound old.
“Speech.”
Modesty
Storm Herald
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
62
NachoMumma
Modesty didn't bother to wonder about her pack mates any more than they wanted to share with her, and even then, it was all very surface level, so when the girl claimed to like the chill, her brows pinched slightly in question, and then she let it go. Weird. But then again, who among them wasn't a bit odd?
The introduction came, and Modesty allowed her tail to tap against the sand in friendly greeting, “Modesty. I apologise for not making myself obvious early, that bratty little healer has had me cooped up in my room, torturing me with all sorts of concoctions to try and shake this cough, between that and the children, I'm not sure I'll make it back up there in a hurry,” She attempted a joke, she would have to return to the room sooner or later, but she'd only just gained her freedom. Her return could wait a bit longer yet. “Have you been with us long?”
“Speech.”
Modesty
Storm Herald
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
62
NachoMumma
Are you feeling better? The question was answered first with a contemplative grin, that was a loaded question. Better than at deaths door? She supposed. Back to herself? Far from it. She still felt frayed around the edges, her chest felt heavy, and her throat hurt sometimes. “I suppose I'll live,” if only to spite anyone that might want me gone. She left the latter unsaid. It wasn't exactly an answer to the question, but it gave the gist of it.
The end of winter was after the pups had been born, so that explained quite a bit. As far as Calliope and a snake, well, she'd overheard snippets of gossip among siblings but nothing definitive. “Bits and pieces, but nothing in full. It sounds like a grand adventure though, why don't you fill me in?” She adjusted her elbows to rest more comfortably in the sand, her tail tapping lightly at her side to show her enthusiasm. She did genuinely want to hear what had happened.
“Speech.”
Modesty
Storm Herald
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
62
NachoMumma
Modesty gave a quiet heh when Jael mentioned Calliope having a lot of fight. She couldn't let herself laugh properly, she'd end up having another coughing fit. “The lack of common sense leaves a lot of room for it, I suppose.” The comment was made with warmth and a smile that made it all the way to her eyes. She was an ornery one, but that wasn't necessarily a character flaw in the eyes of her mother. Something else the woman said had caught her attention though, “Why clear out the pools?” She was genuinely curious about that one, Was she hoping to use them to store live fish?
“Speech.”
Modesty
Storm Herald
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
62
NachoMumma
The girl seemed quite excited and Modesty wished she had the energy to match her but the walk down the stairs had been a monumental task and the feeling of the sun on her fur and the wind in her face had her battling to keep her eyes open. She turned her head away from Jael to cough to the side, urgh, the taste of Sakana's last dose of medicine still clung bitterly to the back of her throat and she would bet all she had that he had included some sort of sedative in the mix.
She could understand wanting to get the grossest done first, at least that way, all the hard work was behind you when you started on the next, if you could make it through that you could make it through anything, blah, blah, blah. Instead, she nodded in acknowledgement, trying, and failing, to fight back a yawn that would part her jaws to their full extent, bringing a satisfying pop to her ears and jaw in the process. “I would very much like to see the progress you've made, when I'm feeling a little more myself.” She offered with a gentle if tired smile. “I fear our young healer slipped me something in the hopes of keeping me in bed, but I made it down the stairs before it kicked in.” She gave a dry chuckle. “I do apologise, I swear I'm usually a whole lot more engaged in discussion.” She offered fighting back another yawn. Perhaps a nap wouldn't kill her.
“Speech.”
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