Heaven Help Me

"Well, the seeds uh'the poppy flower can be'a pain reliever," I stated informatively, happy to share what little knowledge of healing I had with her. Growing up in my family's pack I had learned the basics so that when I looked after the pups I could tend to any mishaps that might have occurred. But I knew that what I had learned was rather slim by comparison to what the elder of my pack had known. Maybe someday I could learn more.

Namira seemed far more relaxed now that we were home, the energy she had exuded slowly retracting into a calmness I hadn't particularly figured she contained. But as she relaxed back into a sitting position I followed suit, my hindquarters lowering to the ground with ease as we rested beneath the dogwood tree. When she howled out for Amoxtli I felt a little embarrassed once more, not really wanting to disturb the members of the pack if it wasn't completely necessary. Still, Namira assured me that she needed to make sure it was alright for me to be here either way. My tail flicked lightly through the snow as we fell into a silence that felt just a little bit uncomfortable to me, but my eyes simply wandered over my surroundings to occupy my attention for the moment. A light breeze whisked through the trees as I returned my eyes to Namira, and the zephyr caught the gossamer tendrils of fur that framed her face. I grinned at her once more, just as an ear flicked backwards to catch the approach of another wolf.

My green eyes swept over to see Amoxtli just as he came into sight, greeting Namira and myself. I can feel the thrum of her tail against the ground beside me, and her answering greeting returned to her former exuberance. "Amoxtli, s'nice ta see ya too." I chimed in. When he asked if there was something he could help with I found myself at a loss. Why had I come looking for Taviora in the first place? After the debacle with m confusion about Enocra and then near bein' run into by Namira, my train of thought had rather wandered a bit. But Namira answered then, seeming to share in my earlier embarrassment. My eyes drifted back and forth between Namira and Amoxtli, and the thought occurred to me that what a happy coincidence that the two wolves I'd met in these lands had been from the same pack, and both so friendly.

Eyes of green locked upon Namira at her final words, my mouth falling open just the slightest bit in disbelief. To join their pack? Surely the look upon my face showed my surprise. Where I came from, we hardly ever took in new wolves, the need to feed more mouths a thing most disdainful when prey was scarce. And when a new wolf did want to join the pack, it took a long time of them proving they could help us in the hunt, that they were strong enough to benefit the pack but not so strong as to threaten one of the alpha wolves. "Well, I, I mean I jus' came t'see your Taviora, Amoxtli," I stammered, unsure of myself moreso than I'd been in a real long time. "But, I, I only mean, well, would ya'll want me?"

An excitement fluttered in my chest that I had not anticipated. Joining a new pack had always been an idea in the back of my mind, ever since I had chosen to leave my parents' pack. But I had only been around these parts for a couple of seasons. Would they really want to add a wolf to their ranks that did not understand the lay of the land or the workings of this country?

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