Meryl

The land had been peaceful. The older male couldn’t believe how many years of life he had been through, everything and all of it had been spent on the bushlands of Diveen. He had seen the many changes in good leadership (he won’t think about the very short half season reign that Covet ever had), and Orion’s had to be one of the better ones he had witnessed in his years. Very peaceful, quiet, but it left the small, leggy male with very little to do. He gathered herbs, spent time with his mate, things he thought he should do. Thankfully his own dabbling in herbs to take care of Heyel and other aging wolves left his joints still from getting too stiff and he moved around with ease despite his age. He still wanted to visit Daenerys again. He hadn’t seen her in a very long time and missed the company of his imprint dearly, yet he also didn’t want to be a bother to her life and family.

He shook the thoughts of imprints from his mind, arranging his stores with a bored expression. That was until a breeze blew about in his den causing the small male to take pause in his dull work. Blood. A scent he was very familiar with but something he really didn’t have to smell since the challenge from that demon woman a few seasons ago. His body whirled about, a worn fawn pelt bag sat at the entrance to his apothecary and he gathered it up and began easily going over the land. He was probably one of the fastest wolves around, easily maneuvering over the lands with his long white and brown legs. Meryl’s muzzle only showed slight greying at the edges of his ears and on his chin a bit, otherwise the grey that was getting into his overly curly fur was hard to see unless someone looked for it. Really he didn’t look like he aged bad, except all the years of dealing with things left mental and physical scarring all over him.

He was probably pretty rugged looking for a healer. He had been through a lot in his long life… The first scar had been from the old Angel King himself, though he didn’t really mean to hit Meryl, he had slashed the boy across the chest, and Meryl had been too stunned to move. He learned a life lesson from the elder male that day… one he never forgot. Then the others… they had come from the Demon Lord Andras… Scars over his rear from their first meeting…. Over his shoulders and scruff for the second when Meryl killed him… Poisoned him… Though Meryl was taking that secret to the grave still. Who knew who was out there still looking for revenge, the surreptitious action would likely get him killed if not kept under lock and key. Meryl knew he wouldn’t let go of anything… There were probably some like that for Andras too. He had a lot of scars for a wolf that did so much ‘innocent’ work, but it never really bothered him. He was one of the best healers on Moladion after all and oldest as well...

Meryl followed the scent of blood, noticing the scent of Iromar on wind as well as the Heiress, Luxa. She seemed a good girl, a bit like Isola he thought, though he didn’t know her well just yet, not long until she would rule and he would truly find out. A lot had happened between Diveen and Iromar through the years, but it seemed the moment that Diveen and Iromar decided to be amiable with one another again the leader got cast out leaving a new unpredictable leader at its helm once more. He finally arrived on the scene, brown, sky blue flecked eyes running over first Luxa, then immediately to the mottled brown wolfess.

He hadn’t noticed when he was so far away, but now that he was close there was a scent so subtle he wondered if anyone else really knew. Perhaps not even her yet, but there was a certain smell early in pregnancy that he had learned to detect after all these years. Wolves who didn’t know might not have picked up on it as he did, she was pregnant. Maybe showing, though her coat appeared thick as her form making it hard to tell exactly how far along she was. That would make things a little different to handle. He wasted no time in walking past Luxa and setting his fawn pelt medicine bag next to the brown wolfess who was sprawled on the ground. ”I’m Meryl. I’ll be taking care of you, Miss.” He said in his higher pitched tones before setting to work.

”First take this, they will rid you of some of the pain. Once they take effect I will get to work. None of it is life threatening and I suspect it will heal fine after a few weeks or so.” He said picking up a knotted root from his bag. Poppies were stronger, but they could alter the mind and Meryl never liked to give them out if he could help it, especially to expecting mothers it seemed… problematic… at least he thought. He didn’t say anything about that. He watched her carefully, waiting for her to swallow the bitter root before asking questions.

”What happened? Where and how long have you been walking on it?” Things important to set to the real work once her pain was managed.