I don't think I ever imagined that I would come in contact with an actual wounded wolf, especially not one with such bad wounds as she had. I notice the sand in them, and think to myself that it has to hurt, having all that grainy stuff in your cuts. Then I remember when I cut my paw on a sea shell and how the water made it sting and throb painfully, but it did heal faster after I cleaned it. Maybe she just needed a bath. I feel my lips press together in a thin line as I watch sadness cloud her eyes. Did she lose someone? Rhoedias has that same look on her face now, and it makes me sad.

”If you want to get the sand out of your cuts, you are going to have to do something that you probably won't want to. The salt in the water here helps clean and heal wounds...but it really hurts.” I know nothing of soul-deep pain, I have never had to go through such a thing. But, I do know what cutting the bottom of your paw feels like, and I know that what her own body must be going through right now probably feels awful.

She asks me a funny question then, and I find a bright smile lighting up my white face. Dark navys catch to her sea foam green ones and I wave my tail. ”You have found yourself in Glorall, home of sea monsters and lots of fish!” I giggle at my introduction, my youth showing a bit as I regard her. ”Come on, let's get your cuts clean.” I say, using a tone that no two year old should really be using, telling her what to do and stuff. I guess being almost eaten by some mass of fat is kind of off putting, couple it with the shock of finding some wolf bleeding out on your doorstep would cause anyone to stress.

female :: two years old :: too young for love :: Ra's' soul-mate :: glorall