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[paradox.]

Akhalli | Healer

Akhalli dipped her head respectfully at her leader. She was greatful for the herbs as it seemed the pack would be needing it. Injury was no joking matter for the healer. She knew the risks of it and knew first hand that some wolves were tortured by the pain they went through in life. She knew of many wolves who have passed away due to disease or sickness and she was greatful that this place had many herbs. Most times she was able to save wolves but in those very few and rare cases where she couldn't do a thing about it all she could do was wait for the wolf to die and give it some comfort in its last moments of life.

Akhalli shook her head, trying to clear her head of death, something that often plagued her mind. She sighed and walked towards the fresh-kill pile where the herb ball was like Kaai said. She grabbed it and began to pad back to her den, smelling the herbs and already sorting them in her head. It was often difficult to remember what did what but she was able to. Hopefully though she would get an akkept to teach before she was old and dead. Stop thinking such furball thoughts. She sighed as she thought this to herself. Age was another thing you couldn't escape and one of the bad things in life. Akhalli looked up from her thoughts and began sorting the herbs into crevices where she often kept the different herbs there. The smell of different kinds of things for healing entered her nose. It was bitter, tangy, and sweet all at once. Somehow, though, Akhalli was able to get past it and was used to the scents that filled her den. She padded out again, feeling the cold air nip at her fur.

[Helium.]

Location: By the lake. Talking to: Nobody. Mood: Frightened

The she-wolf licked her fur solidly, eyes narrowing to the icy night air, she slipped out of her crusted warm den, and padded head-drooped to the lake, where she sat and stared at her reflection. "I'm no better than a three-legged spider." She muttered and dropped closer to the water, nose touching, until her tongue lapped the ice particles and she felt a spring of surprise as she realised it was frozen, the water had closed up, and perhaps it would be solid enough to cross; she smiled, placed a paw down, and bounced onto it, slowly tip-toeing every inch until reaching the near end, where shore lay loosely and dragged at the frozen liquid, it was good enough, for single file at least, but her thoughts felt dizzy, and the ice gave way beneath her. Kaai grasped hold of the grass, gasping of shock, and pulled herself up, fluffing her fur, she shivered dully, eyes rolling to the side to see where she was. It was unknown territory, perhaps for her claim. With a grin the wolf continued on padding along, until she heard a nearby cry of an animal, her heart pounded, it was large, and smelled off-putting. "No...." Eyes widening, the fae watched as a large bear came crashing through, she was in hostile territory. Kaai sped through, onto the ice, and felt it give way once more, she'd have to go under...but how'd that help anything? Gulping, and holding breathe, she sank underneath and paddle, thrashing to break the ice, but it was too hard, and the bear was close behind her, on the nearest shore. Turning, she pulled herself back out the hole and lightly ran across the ice, heavy footsteps behind her as she felt the ice stick to her fur, it was lifting and throwing up behind her, where the bear ran and continued giving chase - this was nothing a wolf could fight, but she would not lead it to the pack grounds, rather dying herself than for one of them to die, she stopped, turned, and stared deep into the hazel, angry eyes, of the bear, the crackling noise breaking through below them, and within moments they fell into freezing water, like thousands of knives. A yelp of shock let out of Kaai's throat, and the bear only smacked her down, thrashing it's way to safety as she was left in blackness, the noise of her heart was all she could hear.