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Post by Kae on Oct 10, 2010 0:06:46 GMT -5
Whisper padded over the blood-soaked earth and leaves to Niz, licking his muzzle plaintively with a whine. Hearing Tris' howl come again in the night air, she shivered, turning her own muzzle to the sky in longing. No one was responding to her call, and it didn't feel right.
Her own howl was weak, at first. It sounded off, hoarse, caught in her throat and choked through fear and waning adrenaline and nausea. It steadied out after a few seconds, though, and her high-pitched howl pierced the thin moonlight. 'I hear you, but there is trouble,' her howls sang. Not knowing what else to say in the limits of a howl, she trailed off, looking almost helplessly around at the other wolves.
"Herbs," she said, her amber eyes landing on Fetter. With that, she turned and bounded back through the pines and grass, expecting at least one of the others to follow her as she put her nose to the shrubs.
She searched every plant, and pulled up several that might be right, guessing wildly based on the fox's description and her limited understanding of what that meant. Leaves? Stem? Root? They tasted foul on her tongue, but she carried them, ears alert for other howls, as she traveled the nearby area and picked up more plants. She only searched for about five minutes before she circled back and dropped the load at Fetter's side, looking at the fox for confirmation that she might have found anything of worth, or at least anything close to the herb the fox was asking for.
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Post by MissTris on Oct 10, 2010 0:21:03 GMT -5
"Fetter is only Fetter Blood wolf, and Fetter knows what she does know, and uses it as should be. Else what good be She?" the fox whispers softly to Niz, watching the wolves go as she bade, and hears the howls echoing over the cold hills.
Set had followed after Whisper, and helped, grabbing what he could as well and bringing it back with the pup. 'Such a wonderful young lady in the face of all this.' he can't help but think and feel for Whisper.
Fetter had been picking grass from the torn skin and with great care bringing the edges close. She knows nothing about stitches, no beast does out here in the wild lands, though perhaps the domestic beasts may know more, though they were stupid animals. She considers Blast as she works now crunching some of the plants Whisper brought back "Thank ye young mist-pup." she says to Whisper as she crushes certain saliva wet leaves that she pulls free. Snatching a random one from the pile she shows it "Need many this, big...please?" she adds the please as an after thought then says quickly "try to keep them all one, no break."
With what she's crushing and rolling then tearing she pats into the cuts that are worse, and keeps his thick hair from getting matter further into them. While none of the skin was torn totally away, these were still server.
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Post by leiutenantlovemuffin on Oct 11, 2010 23:32:39 GMT -5
For a moment, it sounded like the howl of their Alpha, Tris. He knew that he was not of any use here and he had to respond. Being loyal had it's quirks and this was one of them. He felt badly for leaving this scene but he had prior commitments as well. The thought of his mate worried him, so he turned heel and fled in the other direction back to where the females were. ((((EXIT BOANS BACK TO STAR STREWN SKIES))))
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Post by Kae on Oct 12, 2010 7:28:57 GMT -5
Whisper sniffed over the leaf Fetter had pointed out, then turned and ran back out in search of it. She pulled it from the base and held it at the stem, carefully, trying to tear as few as possible. She worked outwards in a spiraling circle, growing frustrated when she couldn't reach one plant or another due to height, her paws leaving a frenzy of tracks over the ground.
On return, she dropped the leaves she carried at Niz's side, tail nearly wagging with hope. She looked to Fetter for further direction, if there were any.
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Post by MissTris on Oct 14, 2010 13:17:04 GMT -5
The colorful fox, now purple, red, green and rusty blood red-brown was grounding leaves, stems and the few flowers with her paws, happy for the assistance and to be doing something useful. Now and then she clacked her little needle teeth at Niz and chided him for moving to much. She eyes what she has when Whisper returns and then looks directly at her with those golden foxy orbs. "Small mist pup, be of earth, of the clay that molds. Go bring mud to Fetter. You know how best to, neh? Take him too." he points a claw at Set, who's been following Whisper and trying to help too. After she is done speaking she puts a root into her mouth and chews, looking disgusted, it tastes bitter. She stops crushing and gathers some plants together around a root and lift's Niz's lip as though to open his mouth "Chew dis, no swallow. Chew until Fetter say."
She'd made a decent sorta of paste for working with her paws and was putting it into the gashes and wounds as she chews the same bitter root she's given to Niz. She is chewing too to get the feeling of when it's done being masticated. She continues to pack and pat onto the vicious cuts. "You are a lucky blood-Shadow, little deeper be cutting your spine from dis ribs, be making you dead." she taps his side, paws tapping the ribs that would have been broken free. She can't fix things like that.
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Post by Draconis on Oct 14, 2010 17:59:03 GMT -5
Hesitantly the beta began to chew as fetter had told him to. It was bitter and made him want to gag, but Niz would wolf it out and deal with it. A few gasps of pain escaped him as he felt his ribs slightly shift around, as well as when Fetter applied things to his wound. If he made this through, It would be worth it. The dangers and berserk Miseo of Shadow hive was dead and was no longer a threat to Cross Roads. This was not his only sacrifice, but he lost Ignis too who held his pups.
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Post by Kae on Oct 15, 2010 14:03:34 GMT -5
Whisper twitched an ear thoughtfully, first wondering how she was going to carry mud in her mouth, and then wondering where she'd find a good supply. The river was an obvious choice, but was fairly distant; surely there was a stream nearby that fed into the river.
Padding away, she listened carefully for a trickle of water, and sniffed for the wet scent of a creek. She went downslope, poking through the niches between the hills, until she stepped into the soft earth of an underground stream. Pulling her paw away, she sniffed at the moist earth in the depression between the grasses. She looked briefly back at Set, then back at the soft earth, and suddenly began to dig.
The runoff from the hills and mountains was consolidating in the soil here, seeping through between two hills and heading its slow, percolating way down to where it would later emerge as a spring, and then tumble its way towards the river. The soil was wetter when she dug past the top layer of humus, and she cleared out a broad patch of grass and topsoil, her paws filthy. Water began to pool in the hole, which she was surprised yet happy to see, as it would make her job easier.
Unceremoniously, she flopped down, rolling as though she were coating herself with the scent of something interesting. Her top coat had grown in, and it held the mud easily while her thick undercoat kept her skin relatively dry and warm. She looked to Set again as she rolled up on her paws, dirt splashed across her muzzle and ears and brow, and had to fight the urge to shake herself.
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Post by MissTris on Oct 26, 2010 12:46:21 GMT -5
Set had followed and chuckled at the Mud rolling, clever girl, she had brain. He did the same after digging more to fit himself, though was perhaps a tad more clumsy about getting up "We're a ripe pair aren't we miss Whisper? Tris will take for a pair of awful sneak thieves trying to cut in." For being mud covered they are not blending in remarkably well, and it was to this that he was referring. Though a few falling leaves stuck in some places, and that helped. He started to shake, and bit his tongue to distract himself, they would have to hurry away to make it back without loosing much. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fetter was waiting for them to return. She'd done much packing and fixing and was waiting for the sealing mud to help hold the working plants in place, and to close off the wound from any other bad bacterias. There were beasts after all, there was not much that they could do to prevent should something infectious happen. Hopefully Fetter's picked up skills would work alright. When the two mud puppies came back she scrapped away as much as she could from them, browning herself in the process until she was a mish-mash of color and smells. She looks at herself in a crossed way and sighs "You go, free now. Fetter has to do this last things." she starts to pat mud onto the wounds she'd packed and covered with foliage. Frowning all the while, her size and overall appearance would remind of small children playing with finger paints, a serious determination at art that would rock the ages. It starts to stick and mound and form a protective Shall over the open red gashes. "This one be verra big. Fetter hopes it closes well, may not grow furs back there Blood Shadow, how feel you of this?" Were it true that no fur would grow back there in great amounts there was nothing she could really do about it.
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