Little Medics [Pup Healing Lesson]
He slowed as he reached the stone circle, dropping his bundle and arranging the contents. Ime spread out several small clay bowls, a mortar and pestle, and a sealed jar of water with the herbs, and Kayode set out a jar of deer fat the two companions had been collecting and rendering from the kills brought in.
Paladin examined the setup and smiled briefly, drew in a breath and blew it out in a sigh before he turned and gave a low howl, inviting Gwenevere’s children to come learn how to soothe hurts. Minor ones, at least.
He padded around and took a seat, tail flicking to curl about his hips as he waited patiently, ears swiveling and flicking as he listened for sounds of approaching small paws. He was certain Geoffrey would find the lesson immensely interesting—the boy had been observed making his own forms of medicine in the way children did. Mud pie with plenty of leaves, slime and sticks.
A small pang struck in his breast and he sighed. He was halfway through life and his own hopes of children of his own seemed to be turning to dust. Unbidden, Sterling came to mind and he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. He was canny enough to realize that he could very well have fallen for her, and perhaps might have begun to. But she was gone, and that path seemed royally clogged with vines and thorns. Impassable.
Granted, he hadn’t really been venturing out beyond the wall beyond going to the Nomads for his advanced training and lessons, and simple socialization with wolves who were at his level of knowledge. Perhaps one of the women there… Nah. None of the females he knew from the chapter he’d grown up with until his return was the type to settle in one place.
A rustle brought his attention back to the present and he smiled warmly at the first arrival.
Ooc: since I'm still having no internet, the deadline is very loose, but attendance is semi-manditory. First round is due on... Say... 26th of this month! No posting order will be enforced.
Cairo II
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (295)
Weaponsmaster
9 Years
Male
50
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He was swift in wheeling on his hind paws, stumbling over one foot and staggering into a lope toward the call. It had come from the standing stones, he was sure of it. It was a twisting winding trail he had to follow and he used it as further practice in taking sharp turns at speed, tail whipping for balance as his claws dug into the turf.
He skidded to a stop in front of the white wolf, taking in the black tears and then the two creatures that sat at either side of the male with a small amount of alarm. He was aware of the practice of having companions—Princess, his mother’s cat, was like a sister or a grumpy baby-sitter to him, but she was a cat.
Finally, his eyes dropped to their nimble-fingered hands. Now those looked useful. His gaze tore away to meet Paladin’s as he moved to sit in front of the male, a little pleased with himself for being the first to arrive. A look at the herbs told him that this was to be a lesson in medicines, and he felt a thrill for his more healing-inclined siblings. They were going to love this.
Suddenly, he remembered his manners and dipped his head quickly, almost ducking as he ventured, “Hello, I’m Cairo Adravendi. It’s nice to meet you.”