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Post by Jenlee on Sept 11, 2013 0:14:23 GMT -3
Character: Jenlee
Time: Jenlee was 4 moons old. About 3 moons ago.
Outline: Trying to impress her father, Jenlee gets lost in a storm as she sneaks out. The storm prevents anyone from making much progress on finding her, as they are pretty much stuck in the camp. Everyone at camp is pretty frantic, realizing that the sickliest pup is missing, and when the storm clears up pretty much everybody goes out looking. Linden finds her, and takes her back to camp. She is quickly deemed to be very sick, and Linden is told to hurry and take her too the Wise Wolves by Bobby, he and one scout take off for Genie Mountain while Joelle has to stay behind to look after Dila.
Active Characters: Jenlee, Linden, Dila, Bobby may make an appearance
Inactive Characters: Joelle,
Every so often, Jenlee would love to approach the older of the pack, those who had seen so much and could no longer do much, and hear their stories. One of their many stories was of Spear Clearing and how it was haunted. Why it was haunted varied, but most thought that once there was a great battle between Wolves and an ancient race of Foxes who were much larger, sly and spoke their language; taunted them and ran with the speed of a thousand tornadoes. The gods became angry at this battle, as the Foxes taunted the Wolves' gods, calling them weak and puny. In retaliation, the gods opened up the heavens and spears rained down onto the foxes, pinning each one to the ground through the heart. Every spear represents an ancient fox.
Some said that, right before a storm, the fox spirits would come out and fight again against their constraints, but the gods would open the heavens and rain down spears in the form of lightning and rain to pin them down once more. No wolf had yet to see such an occurrence, As of today, that would no longer be the case. Jenlee was determined that she would make it to Spear Clearing and witness the ancient fox's struggle for freedom. The impending storm was no matter to her; she was on a mission, this was her last chance.
If she didn't do this, her dad would forget all about her. She'd be a nothing in his eyes. If she did this, she would be everything. More than Dila. Renewed by this idea, she pressed on.
Small as she was, she didn't make it too far. Determined as she was, she made it farther than one would expect, especially for a sickly pup.
Then the heavens opened up and rained down upon, but not spears. Water that soaked her coats in a matter of minutes, thunder shook the sky and lightning lit it up. Jenlee pressed on at first, trying to shake herself to dry, only to become wet once more. This lasted for a few minutes. Than the wind came. Every step was becoming harder, she was shivering, her legs shaking violently, and her tail firmly between her legs. She could turn around... it would only be proof, only tell her dad that she was worthless like he thought, unable to do anything. Not like Dila could.
A particularly loud clash of thunder made her whole body jump. Turning around, Jenlee instinctively moved to run home. The ancient foxes would already be out, what if one got free and caught her? This idea made her jolt forward. Where was home? Looking around frantically, Jenlee realized she didn't know. Where was home? Where was Spear Clearing?
Where? Where? Where?
A howl ripped through the sky, and Jenlee's ears pressed to her skull and she hunched down, trying to make herself small. Was it the battle? Had the foxes gotten free and attacked the camp? Or... Was it her mother? Her father? Surprised, but hopeful, Jenlee opened her mouth and tried for a scream, "I'm here!"
The voice, small and sickly, was drowned out by another clap of thunder. Coldness was settling into her bones, and Jenlee was having trouble moving. Everything was cold, and she was tired... Why not lay down, and just close her eyes? Maybe her mother would find her... wake her up...
Jenlee had to drag herself to the low bush, where she huddled up as small as she could and held her eyes firmly open, staring out into the dark, dreary forest and giving a small jump every time lightning and thunder ripped through her vision and ears.
As time went by, and a lot of time did, her jolts became less and less. Not because she was calmer, or used to it, but because she was too tired to do much. Jenlee's tail wrapped around her, and she pressed closer and closer to teh bush, looking for a warmth that was not there.
Jenlee was all alone, with nothing but lightning and thunder, and she had no one to call for help.
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Post by Linden on Sept 11, 2013 14:56:00 GMT -3
It was raining hard. Linden crouched at the entrance to his den, staring out into the clearing. Behind him, he could hear pawsteps as Joelle paced. Her worry rolled off her in waves. Jenlee was missing. She had been around earlier, before the clouds had moved in, but once the rain had started and Linden had arrived, soaking wet, at his den, Joelle had pounced at him and started wailing about where was Jenlee and why hadn't he brought her back as soon as it looked like it would rain?
It took only a moment longer for both adults to realize that Jenlee was not in the camp. Joelle had soundly scolded Dila for lying to her, but nobody knew where she was. All Dila could tell them was that she had run out of the camp a short time before the clouds rolled in and the rain started. They both decided that with the rain and thunder, mounting a search now would do more bad than good. That was when Joelle had begun to pace and Linden settled down with his face pointing outward... in case Jenlee came back into the camp on her own.
She didn't. And when the rain finally ended, easing off bit by bit, she was still missing, still somewhere out there in the forest. Linden knew the rain would make scent trails impossible to follow. They were going to have to find her by sight alone... combing every inch of their territory until they found her. The rain had slowed to a drizzle. Linden rose to his paws; better start now, in case the sky opened up again. Joelle darted by him, but Linden sprang after her. "Joelle, no! You need to stay here- what if she comes back? One of us will need to be here." The she-wolf halted, fur bristling and a desperation in her eyes. "I'll find her, if she doesn't come back. I promise," he assured her. Slowly, the female padded back to the den, sitting down next to the entrance.
The pack was beginning to assemble in the clearing. Sable was organizing the search parties, and as Linden's partner came up, he set off. Working outward from the camp, he began the search for his missing daughter.
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Post by Jenlee on Sept 24, 2013 22:18:31 GMT -3
The rain came and it poured, and the branches and leaves of the bush did little to protect Jenlee from the downpour; her fur quickly became soaked. As the storm raged on, Jenlee shivered more and more, almost violently, her eyes struggled to stay open, and someone deep within her developed a deep-seated fear. If she closed her eyes, Jenlee just knew she would never open them again. She'd never reach Spear Clearing.
Almost like a miracle, the rain slowed, the thunder ceased. Intending to rush home, Jenlee moved to hop up, only to find her bones were aching, every movement hurt, and she could not hop up. All to aware of the pain in every part of her body, Jenlee took several heartbeats to even stand, and by the time she was up, her body was shaking violently again, her legs quivering, very unstable. Home. Mother. Jenlee just wanted her mommy at this point.
One paw at a time, Jenlee moved, but only a little. Her body went a few inches, then a few feet. Then, it collapsed. It wouldn't back up. It wanted to shut down and sleep.
Her body shook again, but not from pain or the cold, but from the sobs that took over. There was nothing less to do, and when she opened her mouth to call for help, only a raspy, "Mother!" came out, quiet and not heard by more than a few birds.
It must be that someone other there hated her, as she lay there, things only got worse. Not far from where she lay, the brush began to rustle. Lifting up her head every so lightly, Jenlee saw the cause as it broke from the bush. Standing there, terrifying and hungry, was a cougar. Tired and weak as she was, there was nothing that would have prevented the loud and high-pitched shriek that resonated through the forest.
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Post by Linden on Sept 29, 2013 20:26:48 GMT -3
A mix of fury and concern raged through Linden as he searched, starting from the camp and setting off, nose stuck to the ground and shoving his way through each bush and under every tree, making sure not to overlook any likely place Jenlee could be. His partner was a few feet away, within hearing distance but working a patch of ground apart from Linden. Other wolves and dogs were looking, too- he could hear many paws padding through the undergrowth. All of them were working quickly- the sky was still gray and there was a chance more rain could fall and disrupt the search.
Linden was going to have a few words for the girl when they found her. Contrary to what others might think, he did not hate Jenlee- he merely wished she were more like Dila, and pushed her to be what he wanted. Was that wrong? He didn't think so... Jen was his pup, and he cared for her safety as much as he cared for Dila's. And he knew if they didn't find her soon, they likely wouldn't find her at all. Alive... the woods were full of predators who would happily make a meal of a pup out on her own, and the cool weather and the rain were just as dangerous. How could she be so foolish!
A scream rang through the air. Linden's head shot up and he threw himself forward. He knew that voice, all too well. And in it he could discern terror. Rage clouded the male's vision and he roared in fury. If anything laid a claw on his daughter, he'd kill it. He could hear others following him, but did not look around. A few more leaps and then he saw it- the cougar, standing over his daughter, fangs bared. Linden's arrival drew its attention, and when it saw what was coming, it turned to run; but Linden was already on it, slashing at it, gashing the orange and cream body, slicing wounds that bled freely. One paw flashed out, catching him across the face and tearing three parallel scratches down his cheek. In that moment, the cougar broke free and scrambled into a tree, out of reach of the wolves.
Linden snarled after it, rearing up and clawing at the trunk, half wishing he could climb so he could follow the cat and finish the task of ripping its throat out for daring to look at his daughter in such a way. But it was out of reach, and he could hear concerned whispers from behind him... The Romulus turned, padding back to Jenlee and lowering his head to nudge her. She was still alive. But so, so cold. Linden stared at her, a cool look in his eye. But he didn't say anything to her; glancing up, he spoke to one of the others. "Run back to the camp and tell them we found her," he instructed, and he gripped her scruff, lifting her as the wolf turned and ran off. Flanked by the rest of the searchers, Linden followed, carrying her back to the camp as fast as he could.
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Post by Jenlee on Sept 29, 2013 20:56:28 GMT -3
A black sea consumed her, and it was all Jenlee could focus on. It came close and close, swallowing her whole. Strange snarls came from it's depths and teeth were bared, prepared to rip into her flesh. It was a sight Jenlee would remember for the rest of her life and would forever haunt her. The cougar's form came closer and closer, and Jenlee simply couldn't move, she couldn't even force another scream. Terrified whimpers were all she could manage.
Just as it reached her, and began to try and tear into her, suddenly it was gone. A figure soared toward it, shoving it away. Jenlee quickly recognize her idol, her father. Despite his hatred of her, he came to save her. That was all Jenlee needed; he was here. He would protect her. Jenlee stopped trying. She couldn't keep her eyes open. As Linden fought with the cougar, keeping it away from his daughter, Jenlee slipped into a sleep, a deep sleep, hoping that it would be her last sleep. She didn't want to wake up and find it was all a dream.
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Post by Linden on Oct 5, 2013 14:32:06 GMT -3
With Jenlee in his jaws, Linden hurtled back toward the camp. She wasn't moving, or talking. She was too cold. She needed warmth right away. Crashing through the underbrush, Linden caught sight of the camp and entered it, almost immediately sighted by Joelle, who sprang forward with a shrill wail at the condition of her small daughter. She snatched Jenlee from him and scrambled back to their den. Suddenly there was nothing for Linden to do. He glanced around the camp, catching gazes from the rest of the pack.
He knew they were worried, possibly sympathizing with him and his mate, and concerned over the possibility of Jenlee's... death. Linden shuddered and padded over to his den, lying down at the entrance. He didn't speak, but listened to the rasp of Joelle's tongue over the pup's fur. Linden wasn't used to feeling helpless, but he was feeling it now. Wasn't there anything he could do?
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Post by Luke on Oct 9, 2013 1:42:08 GMT -3
A few howls echoed over the trees. Linden had returned to camp. Luke turned and called his search party to him. Sable had sent him out to try and find the little pup, worried for the little girl than for her own safety. Luke hadn't argued. Sable was a smart lass and knew things Luke did about the world, things that came with age and experience. So when Sable ordered him to do something, he did it without question.
The dogs and wolves that had left with him returned, nodding that they'd heard the calls as well. Well, they found her, but the question that was ringing in all of their heads was whether she was alive or dead. They bounded through the forest. Luke loved the pack, but he really loved running with the wolves. He'd never felt so free before in all of his life. His heavy paws brought him back to the camp. His fur was soaked and he was slightly winded, but instead of finding water pooled in the camp, he padded forward, having to know if the little pup was alright. Linden was collapsed by the front of his den and Luke felt so bad. He didn't like Linden much, due to his obvious dislike of the dogs, but Jenlee was a sweet little thing that didn't deserve to die so young. He knew life wasn't fair, but when bad things happened to the innocent, it still hurt, right in the heart gut.
Luke padded forward past his packmates and bowed his head before the higher ranking wolf, "Shall I run to fetch a Wise Wolf, sir?" he asked respectfully.
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Post by Bobby on Oct 9, 2013 23:29:15 GMT -3
The disappearance of a pup never sat well with Bobby, who was grandfatherly too all of the pups, and felt an affection for every single one. Jenlee he knew to be the quiet one who would often hang around his admirer, Alistair. He couldn't fathom why she had gone off on her own; she had seemed to be a sensible one who didn't have taste for reckless adventures. When the child was well, he'd have a talk with her, as Fenrir.
As soon as the word had reached his ears, He had sat down with Sable and strategized where to send each wolves to find Jenlee as quickly as possible, as soon as the storm was over. When the weather was calm, everyone had their instructions and were out searching. Even Bobby in his old age was out, though he did not venture far as he wished to be around with they arrived with the girl. He refused to consider that they might not find her.
A howl rang out and wolves were rushing back; Bobby caught a glance of Linden streaking past into the camp, a small, limp form dangling from his jaws. Bobby broke into a run and quickly entered the camp, to see Linden in front of his den. Hurrying toward his Romulus, he saw his mate's guard approach Linden, offering to fetch for a wise wolf. Quickly Bobby realized a flaw in this plan and he quickly interceded.
"No," he interjected, "A journey to the mountains and back with a healer will take too long. We must send Jenlee up. Linden, you will take her up and our head scout will accompany you. Joelle needs to stay behind with Dila, don't worry about your mate. Sable will see to her, Luke, you will go and speak with the guards. They must realize that the safety of our camp is not a game; they've grown lenient, allowing a small pup to escape their notice. Tell them I will speak with them once Jenlee is off." A show of the authority he so rarely portrayed, Bobby was all seriousness. All those moons ago, his first litter had died in similar circumstances. One, Spirit, had been a still-born, but Ghost had perished in the middle of a great storm; albeit it was a snowstorm, not a lightning storm; during which they could not contact the Wise Wolves in time. "Linden, when you arrive, tell their Elders' that I will visit them in the coming moons on improving our communications, so that something like this won't happen again."
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Post by Linden on Oct 13, 2013 15:00:42 GMT -3
Linden lay in the entrance of his den, focused on his mate and his littlest pup. Was she going to die? They weren't having much luck with pups. Their first litter of two had both died, and of this litter of four, two had died and Jenlee was small and too sickly. Were they going to lose her too? It would kill Joelle. He swallowed, and if he thought he'd be welcomed, he might have ventured forth and added his efforts to Joelle's, but she was of a single mind now and he was afraid she'd snap at him if he got too close.
So he waited and hoped. A voice at his shoulder caused him to glance around and he stared at Luke. He was on the verge of snarling at him, and telling him there was no need for that because Jenlee would get better on her own. But Bobby's voice broke in and he hesitated and then nodded. Yes. Maybe it was the best thing to do. Bellying forward, Linden approached Joelle and reached for Jenlee. His mate, probably surprised and unaware of what was going on, screamed at him. Her fangs met in his cheek and he jerked back for a moment before trying again. He took another bite on his right ear but he was already turning around and crawling from the den with Jenlee in his jaws. A sharp nip on his haunch and then he was free and already running.
Another wolf fell in at his side as he took off, his ears full of Joelle's screeches as she ordered him to come back with her daughter. He tuned them out and kept going, trusting the Pack to calm her down and explain what was going on. He bled freely from the bites, but they meant little. He'd get them seen to when he got to the Wise Wolves. Jenlee was hanging limp from his jaws. Linden forced himself to go faster, nearly flying over the ground, his breath tearing at his throat and whistling through his nose. He didn't stop, or slow. This was no joyful jaunt up to visit friends in the mountains.
His daughter's life was at stake.
It was still a trip though, and he couldn't make it in a few hours. He and his companion had to rest once, and he hovered near while the other male hunted, sharing the kill with him. They rested for a bit, getting their breath back and giving tired legs a break. Then they went on at the same pace, a careful crossing of a river, and at midday, they arrived at the pass, heartened that their journey was almost over.
They were expected, by the Wise Elders that were waiting for them. Linden set Jenlee down and gasped out the reason for his coming. A healer was summoned and Linden watched as his daughter was carried away. He sat down and stared after her, wondering if, and hoping that, he'd see her again.
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Post by Merlin on Oct 16, 2013 2:03:18 GMT -3
Merlin didn't leave the Genie Mountains much anymore. Not that he wasn't grateful for it. His leg gave him too much trouble and while he didn't show it, he wasn't getting any younger, something he was reminded of every day he woke and remembered that he was a Wise Elder now. No longer did he have to leave on missions to help the pack of the loners who would hole up in the Razor Woods and sometimes need assistance. No longer would he listen to others complain how long it would take him to get places or get stared down by the Pack. He grimaced. The last time he'd made a visit to the Pack a pup had pounced on him thinking him a knew stray that had come to join them. He'd near torn the dam's and the pup's ears off with his rant, but then he'd healed the wolf and left.
Now he found himself preforming more activities that he'd watched the Wise Elders before him preform and now when he taught about gardening no one made any snide remarks or rolled their eyes. Well, there was still eye rolling but now it was much more discrete. And so it was that he found himself teaching more and more of the classes with the more serious wise pups and actually found himself not wanting to kill them. The experience was almost... enjoyable.
"Come now, don't tell me you've already forgotten two substitutes for poppy seeds?" He demanded of his students with exasperation, pacing slowly around the circular hollow that he'd lecture in. It had some of his own private stores he'd moved in specifically for the lessons. Some of his students had the grace to look embarrassed and his youngest daughter, Laudine, watched him with a deep gaze, silently begging him for the answer. She'd just begun attending the more advance classes, and at such a young age. He couldn't be more proud. "Devil's claw!" He barked harshly, "Black currant will also do if you're strained for resources!" He tilted his head at the sound of hurried pawsteps overhead in one of the tunnels above them. "Now, you should all know the dosage for poppy seeds, but knowing that a currant berry is twice the size of a poppy seed, how many would you give-"
"Merlin, sir?" A voice interrupted the white dog and the class turned to look at the newcomers. A Wise Wolf and one of the other Elders stood outside and Merlin caught a glimpse of a pup hanging from the elder's mouth. He didn't recognize the pup, but it was limp. It was obviously an emergency of some sort. Perfect. Nothing like teaching by demonstration.
"You there, grab a nest of moss from one of the dens nearby," he ordered. The Wise wolf shifted the weight in his paws. "You intend to treat her in her, sir?" The elder entered at the moment and gingerly placed the pup down onto the ground, giving Merlin a nod and instructing the Wise Wolf to leave it to the youngest Wise Elder.
As the Wise Pup brought a small bundle of bedding into the class, the young canines slowly moved closer to get a better look of the patient. She wasn't moving and was cold. Merlin studied her breath to make she she was breathing evenly, but decided it wasn't the most worrisome part of it all. How long had she been in this condition? Pack, that smell was obvious. Breathing steady but he could hear the rattle in her lungs. He doubted that she'd been sick for very long or the Pack would have summoned a healer before now. That meant the onslaught was fast, worrisome enough a Pack member ran her all the way here for treatment. Sometimes a tiresome pair of lungs (as he personally liked to call them, since he'd never read of a term for it) could inhibit proper breathing and lead to frequent sickness, but he doubted that was it. He remembered one of the wolves mentioning the nasty storm clouds to the west and refrained from rolling his eyes. She'd spent a night in the rain, hadn't she? Imbeciles.
"This pup has something called pneumonia, more often called by canines the chest cold. It can cause infections in the lungs and can evolve from serious cold, probably brought on or exasperated by the lingering cool weather and the rain we've been seeing to the West." He explained to his class.
"What should we do first?" He asked his students.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2013 16:45:41 GMT -3
Servia was settled next to her sister, listening to the Wise Elder's lecture. She liked listening to him speak, mostly because it was always interesting.
The interruption had certainly been unaccepted though and the poor bundle held aloft looked dead. Her brows furrowed with concern and she frowned. The poor thing. It was still alive, wasn't it? Clearly it was. She was a bit confused by Merlin's orders and flicked her ears as one of the Wise Pups ran to fetch some moss for the poor pup. Treat her? In here? In front of all them? He could do that?
She hadn't had the chance to see Merlin train first paw yet, and was excited at the prospect, though still very worried about their little patient. She watched as the Wise Pup returned with a muzzle full of moss, padded by someone's shed fur. The other wise elder placed the pup gingerly on the nest and then retreated, giving a nod to Merlin.
As a group they all moved closer, watching as the little white dog gently examined the wolf pup/ She was soaked. Servia shivered at the thought. And in this lingering cold? No wonder she was sick! She might as well have been caught in a snow storm for the conditions she'd have been in.
All the students nodded at their teacher's words. Pneumonia. Some even whispered it to themselves. At his question and the silence that followed Servia raised a paw slowly, gaining the older dog's attention. At his nod she shifted and then suggested, "Shouldn't we dry her off first, and then try to get her warm?"
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Post by Jenlee on Oct 27, 2013 20:02:55 GMT -3
From falling into unconsciousness, Jenlee had no dreams. It was uncanny really, how one moment she was in the forest faced with that horrifying creature, her father fighting her assailant and her thoughts finally becoming relieved as he saved her. Cold aching her body and moisture clinging to her fur; struggling to breathe. The next, her eyes flung open as she was in a strange new place, new scents she had never before encountered filled her nose and it was so much colder. Her head flew around, taking in the wolves around her. Older, bigger than her. Even the small white one was bigger.
They were talking and she couldn't understand, the cold still hurt. Where was her father? Had he left? Where was her mom? Though she didn't even realize it, her breathing became hysterical and she was panicking, limbs flailing as she tried to get away from these strange people and smells and sighted, though she could not gain the energy to truly get anywhere. Whimpers came from her and it was all too much.
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Post by Merlin on Oct 30, 2013 3:56:26 GMT -3
Merlin nodded at the Wise Pups' suggestion and then sniffed at the little pup seemed to jerk to consciousness. He wasn't about to lick the weak little pup clean, not when there was a whole troop of trainees right in front of him. A quick nod to his daughter and she ran forward and began quickly licking at the little limp pup. He ducked his head to look at the little pup and then nodded. "Hello. My name is Merlin, I am a Wise Elder, you are very ill. Try not to move."
He looked back up to the rest of his students, "For this particular infection, a mixture of garlic, sage and pleurisy, and more often then not, ginger. It will help boost her own strength and help fight off the infection." He explained to the younger canines. He pulled each of the herbs he'd named from their individual stores and with a dribble of some honey began mushing the concoction together. "Can anyone name any thing other herbs that could be used to help in this particular case?"
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Post by Jenlee on Oct 31, 2013 9:17:23 GMT -3
None of it connected in her mind, everything was a haze and she wanted to run away, find her father; he would protect her again. Surely he would. Jenlee was frozen as she stared up at the white dog, not really seeing much at all. His words went unheard in her hazy state. Then, another dog ran forward and tried to lick Jenlee, Jenlee jerked backward and her mind began racing again. It was so much like the Cougar, which to her felt like it had happened merely moments before.
A screech ripped through her lungs, and Jenlee was crying. She couldn't say tangible words, but her message was clear in her frantic eyes and movement; her screams. Jenlee couldn't understand this. Who were these people? She was too young to recognize them as the wise wolves; she hardly knew who the wise wolves were, other than a short visit from them when she was born that she did not remember.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2013 22:38:17 GMT -3
As the pup began to gain consciousness, Servia ceased her licks and looked down at the pup. Oh the little thing looked so small and scared. She frowned at the Wise Elder's words.
Merlin may have been the best healer on the mountain, perhaps the best healer ever, but he was horrible at interacting with his patience. She dipped her head and smiled down at the little pup, ignoring her instructor as he continued lecturing and pulling the proper herbs out.
It was clear the pup was terrified. She could only be a few moons old. She probably wondered where her mom and dad were. "Hey, shhhh, it'll be alright." She hummed calmly to the young pup. "My name's Servia. No one's going to hurt you, we're healers. Your parents brought you here because you're really sick. We're going to help and then you can go home." She promised the little pup. She wished they had bent the rule and allowed her parents to come with her. It would certainly have helped with the pup's nerves.
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Post by Jenlee on Nov 2, 2013 13:37:43 GMT -3
Jenlee's crying didn't settle. She wasn't even upset, well obviously we was, but the tears were of fear and uncertainty and just being completely overwhelmed by this whole situation. Why, oh why, did she have to leave camp? It was her worst idea ever, and she just wanted to be home, to curl up with her mama and go to sleep. Looking up to the wolf that was trying to comfort her, Jenlee hiccuped and stared at her for a moment.
The she-wolf was going to help. Help her go home. Bring her to mama? It was all she had, so Jenlee lurched forward and buried her face in the she-wolf's - servia? - fur. Pretending she was back up and that it was all okay. Her body continued to quiver, and she continued to sob, but she couldn't stop. Jenlee wished they'd all stop staring. She didn't like the dog that kept talking, she didn't like how he talked about Jenlee like... like... she was an experiment. She didn't understand any sort of lesson that he may or may not be giving. He was just... there. Jenlee felt worse enough without feeling like she was just... something to be played with.
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Post by Merlin on Nov 2, 2013 14:32:04 GMT -3
Merlin watched at Servia comforted the pup and nodded his approval. This was a part of dealing with patients he'd never been that good at. He was horrible with treating pups and that's why he usually steered clear of them. He knew, though, the ability to comfort another and calm them was just as important was the healing process itself, thought it had taken many moons as a Wise Wolf to see the truth behind it.
As Servia comfprted the scared pup, he smashed the necessary ingredients together and with a few drops of honey turned it into a sweet paste. Speaking more quietly, addressing his class once more, "As you can see, pups are often the most difficult of patients, but not without reason. Here you'll see I've add extra honey so it will taste sweet and will be less difficult to eat." He tugged the leaf over to Servia and the pup and gave the pup a gentle lick on the ear, not really knowing how to gain her attention since he didn't even know her name.
"Eat this and you will feel better. and once you are better you may go home to your mother and father." He said in the most calming voice the little pomeranian could muster. It was clear she was upset, but he left the comforting to Servia since he knew he wouldn't be able to help the pup with this particular problem.
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