The way Underidge went so easily, and the looks that got cast my way by father, it was like a knife to the gut. The sensation was not something I wanted to ever experience again, so with a long glance I'd left them to their 'healing' While I didn't know my father's knowledge or abilities, What I doubted was Under's ability to keep the wounds from festering. So, I'd gone out searching, Two things I knew of from being alone for so long, Elderberry for infection, White Willow for fever. He could tough through the pain, but I doubted he'd keep the wounds clean.

I'd stashed them, along with a rabbit or two, because lets face it, after that big blow up, there was going to be a one on one with him, even if I had to go find his insipid ass. He drove me crazy, but at the same time, the simple urge of wanting to defend him with ease was something I don't think I'd be able to break so easily. Because lets face it, I've never dealt with an imprint bond, or a male bonded to me in any way shape or form, so I had no idea how to deal. Mother was no help, she'd never taught me anything as a child, thus, I do what I feel I must, even if that means making a complete ass out of myself and being ridiculous. He was fated to me, as I was to him, and nothing would change that.

A few days had passed, and my worry grew with each day, along with my anger. The two were hand in hand these days, battling for whichever would preside strongest at the moment. The woods had been the safest place to seek refuge, a long ways from my father's den, away from anyone who would piss me off. Last thing I needed was to snap at the wrong individual and get punished. I felt at a loss for words, still, because knowing what I had believed my father to be like, and what he was, were two completely different things. It made it to where I had to give up my childhood ideals and realize that I couldn't hold him to those, because he wasn't like that.

When His scent caught the wind, and his voice flitted my way. I heaved a sigh, pushing myself up from my prone position, I grabbed the rabbits and the large leaf that held what I knew he'd need- I could smell the foul infection from here. I picked my way through the brush slowly, because lets face it, I wasn't rushing to his side, not right now. I see him, and as I'd assumed, he hadn't kept them as clean as he needed. I stopped before him, my head tilting before I dropped my load before him. "Foolish man, couldn't keep them clean could you?" I shook my head, nudging the leaf towards him. Inside were a few of each--Elderberry for the infection that I had to force myself not to react too, and White willow flowers to ease the fever. "Before you eat those, you need to eat these. I'm no healer, but this should get you through until they start to close." Simple and to the point. I sit, my eyes narrowing at him as I look from him to the ground, expecting him to do the same because lets face it. He looked like death warmed over.