Sila

i can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

Things were strangely good for her, or at least strangely good for now. She is sure, after all, that it would feel less strange to feel good in due time - she has plans, a future, new paths to explore but ah, she will not permit herself to neglect her duties until the appropriate time. That much, at least, she had promised to herself. She was tasked with it to some extent - to ensure the children of spring were healthy and well. So, she will see them to their first year she figures and then she will depart before the next ones come to join Spirane. Moonfeather and Moonstone, together, were surely more than enough.

So she seeks some of the children out in an effort to put her mind at ease. There were a number of children on the mountains now but some needed her attention more than the others; Viora's litter were already a common sight on the slopes as were Moonstone's own; Butterfly's were a notorious pair - there was only one litter she had her mind set on for now. After all, she is fully aware of their importance too - Rhaegal's children were princes and princesses in their own right, no? She smiles at the thought and sighs with a small shake of her head as she considers whether or not such a title must feel like a blessing or a burden to a child.

She approaches the den with a short call towards the parents, wherever they might be but it is truly only the children she hopes to find. She will check on them, investigate their growth - are they eating solids? Are any sightless or deaf? There are many things, she knows, that can go wrong during the course of any life, after all.

But she pauses when she finds the girl half emerging from the den; she blinks, trying at first to understand the girl's positioning before she hears a soft whine. It is the whine that shakes her out of her momentary daze and sends her jogging instantly towards her, her heart pounding with a wild imagination; an attack? Was she harmed? She sniffs frantically but there is no blood...but there is something.

She pauses some feet away and lowers herself to the girl's level, grumbling a low sound of greeting as she shifts forward cautiously. She sees no injuries but she sees something off; the girl's face is wet, her eyes dreary and there is a definite difference in her body compared to the other children. Listless, smaller perhaps. "Child, I am Sila, a healer of Spirane," her voice is gentle as she offers her a kind grin but her eyes are fast taking in all that she can about the child, "are you okay?" It is a folly question to be sure, silly as the answer is obvious, but she needs the insight. There was only one wolf there who knew how the girl was feeling, after all.