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Posted on January 14, 2015 at 08:12:48 PM by Hush
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| Lost in thought and distracted by the anticipation of a full belly, Hush registered the stranger’s call somewhere in the recesses of her mind. The voice was unfamiliar; not Coza, not Reian, not Sen, or any of her children, and she had no friends to speak of, so certainly they weren’t looking for her. But the sound washed over her all the same, and when she found herself at the entrance to the den, the raccoon still warm between her teeth, she hesitated. She chided herself. How easily she forgot what it meant to be part of a pack, and a Quill at that. If there were strangers at the border, wasn’t it her job to meet them?
She took her meal into the darkness of the entrance tunnel and dropped it –not without some regret- and made her way back out, moving briskly toward the tree line. As she neared, a young wolf who could only be described as Coza reborn bolted past her, crying, ‘Shiloh!’ as he went. Her eyes followed him, finding the wolf who had beckoned before - and the wolf at her feet. Then she ran, too, as if to make up for her earlier negligence; the least she could do was hurry, now that she was here. She could hear the young male talking, his voice full of panic, and she let loose a call for a healer – Moth, Sen, anyone who might be helpful if the situation called for it. She gathered that the female on the ground was Shiloh. She knew the name, if not the girl herself, and knew that she was pack. The other girl she didn’t know at all, but she appeared to be exhausted, presumably from carrying Shiloh. That had probably not been an easy task, considering the vast difference in their sizes. She locked eyes on the stranger, concern and guilt plain on her face. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner…Thank you for bringing her home,” she said as she entered their midst, “I’ve called for a healer. Hopefully someone is nearby.” She took a closer look at Shiloh, careful not to touch her in case there was an injury she couldn’t see, but her untrained eye saw only discomfort and illness. “Is she sick? Poisoned?” Hush looked to both the male and the stranger, hoping for answers; maybe with enough information there would be something she could do other than watch the girl suffer. It was then that Shiloh’s voice rose up, trembling and weak, and then she wretched at their feet. She stepped back, giving her more space. “No, Shiloh,” she answered softly, “You’re home, now. You’re safe. Moth or Sen or one of the Menders will be here soon. They’ll help you feel better…” She said the words to comfort herself and the other two as much as Shiloh. She didn’t know if it was true. Perhaps the girl would die. But it wasn’t in her to be so brutally honest. Not when the stranger had tried so hard to get her home; not when Amo, who so obviously wanted her to live, was standing there. When Shiloh tried to rise, it made her hopeful, though the attempt was futile. There was no strength left in her. “If this is painful, please tell me, but maybe it will help your stomach.” Hush lay herself along the length of the girl’s back and used her own neck to nudge Shiloh’s head up. She wasn’t a healer, but she knew about nausea, and maybe getting her head off the ground would give her time to tell them what had happened. | |
| hush. Gavriel, Delya, Kellin Reian, Mireille, Namira, Calyx | they sing in clever tongues oh, how my knees go weak to be the one; |
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