He had taken Vainglory out to meet Rayne, not on purpose. He'd just been wandering the area trying to find what he hoped would be the herbs that he could use in the future. He hadn't thought about it when he'd first arrived here but the swamp and surrounding area was lush in certain herbs that could aide in healing and he didn't think off the top of his head, if they actually had healers here in Iromar. He'd have to seek out Ishtar later and see if she had any bonified healers. Paldor's healing matters weren't exemplare but he knew how to keep wounds for getting infected and that was the main thing that most needed. With the birthing season he had many qualms about mothers tearing and such, he'd been lucky with Ruvindra. Perhaps it had been her age that had saved her, he wasn't sure but they had spotted out much of the landscape.

After they'd met Rayne he'd found Istas and he and Vain had gone off to play, he was glad his children were capable of handling their own, he had been steedfast in them not getting to close to the waters but that only lasted so long when boyish curiosity and hormones took over. He had continued on his treck, Vainglory had insisted he didn't want to learn about herbs and Istas was just to full of energy to be held still long enough to focus, he would take Wraith out later and see if atleast one of his sons would take some time to learn an art that would one day save a life, or their own. It is now as he moves through the landscape that his paw touches down on something sticky. He doesn't think much of it really, though it is spring there is plenty of dampness in Iromar and it isn't until he smells the familiar tang of blood that he looks down.

His muddy paw is red and he starts, thinking that he had stepped on something sharp, but he does not feel the pain of such an accident. He sniffs the bottom of his paw, the blood isn't fresh but it's not old either. Newish could be the description he'd use. As he pays a bit closer attention behind him he can see a trail of blood drops, big ones and small ones, it goes under his belly and his eyes follow it further into Iromar, and towards their den. He picks up the pace, his paws digging into the wet loamy soil as he rushes by a tri-colored wolf of black, white and russet. The scent is unfamiliar to him but his heart is else where right now taking over his brain and so he doesn't heed the attention it should provide, his heart pounding in his chest. Had something happened to one of the pups? to Ruvindra? to someone else near by? he hadn't dreamed of anything as of late, his heart seemed like it wanted to break free of his chest and race a head of him.

When he is within meters of the den he spots Ruvindra's white form laying at the front of the den, Wraith's small frame sitting next to her, he slows down his pace and sniffs the ground his tail between his legs slightly, he knew he shouldn't have left Ruvindra when he'd followed her to Diveen, knew he shouldn't have left, he should have stayed behind, watched and protected like he should have. But he hadn't. Foolish of him. You see what happens Pal? you see what happens to the people closest to you? you'll watch them all burn again "shut up, shut up, shut up!" he curses under his breath as he comes around to the front side of Ruvindra, he nuzzles Wraith with a quick grace of his maw "How long has she been laying here son?" he asks and see's the blood that covers her face. Her muzzle. "Ruvindra..." he says with a bit of a whine. His heart stopping in his chest now for fear that she wouldn't wake up. "I can get herbs. I can fix this. I promise..." he said to her placing a paw on one of her own.


"this is how he talks."
the voices of mom, duchess and charming.
paldor's own thoughts.