Post by Mythril on Mar 27, 2016 20:08:25 GMT -5
Mythril wasn't aware what time it was, she didn't know if it was night or if it was day, so deep in the caves did she venture hunting for herbs and plants that she had completely lost tract of time. Captain would likely scold her in his playful serious way. But healing was all that she was worth, the only thing she was good for. So if she got a little to involved with it, oh well, it's just who she was and he would eventually have to accept that. She knew he worried over her, but it was something that couldn't be helped. If she had help then that would be something else. But it appeared, Vixen, the packs primary shaman was missing. And the medical stores had long since gone to waste and rot or were used up. She needed to replenish the supplies, at the very least the emergency supplies. So she worked diligently.
A sigh and a roll of those shoulders, along with the persistent rumbling in her stomach told Mythril it was far past time to tend to herself. Still she told herself just a little longer after all that patch of moss over there looks promising. And so this routine continued without a visible end. At times like these her mind wandered even as a portion remained on the task at paw.
This time her mind drifted over those she had met here thus far. From the beta, Captain, a grey brute who held her heart, to the white masked fae who was the alphas daughter. And then the all but silent Laurel and her raccoon companion Rocket. They were all welcoming, even Captain and Wraith had requested lessons in basic field healing. Rocket was simply a sweet charmer who Mythril adored. And Laurel was a strong presence that simply put the damaged wolf at ease.
Genesis / Open