*~*Kulia*~*
Kulia snorted. "If you
didn't know that, you wouldn't be a very good medicine wolf, now would you? Anyway, what I meant is that you should probably sedate him, or at the very least restrain him. He's definitely viewing you as a threat, and he might hurt himself- or you." She cleared her throat, a bit disconcerted by the brute's eyes. They seemed to look
through you, into your soul, though she knew that wasn't true. "I'm Ku- Kulia. Shadow
did send me. I have a... gift for healing," she finished, relived she hadn't stuttered too much. She was more confident when healing. It was what she was born to do.
-*-Wryen-*-
Wryen stood and lifted one of his paws, licking it to get the circulation going. It was crusted with melted snow and coated with a layer of jagged ice, and it felt completely frozen. "Well?" he said, shivering despite the warmth of the den. "Let's go and find a den. I'm cold."
"Of course you are," said Kura, licking his head. "You just trotted lengths and lengths through the snow."
Wryen pulled away, a little embarrassed. He was at the age when pups began to become more independent and restless. "Come on," he said, stepping out into the thin layer of snow in the camp's clearing. The wind immediately bit into him like an icy warrior, and his shaking esculated, his eyes watering and his nose beginning to drip. He scented the air, noticing the steely gray strom clouds that were gathering, and trudged acrosss the camp, stopping only to sniff at the bloody furrow where the dead wolf had been dragged across the ground. Then he reached a den entrance, a few steps ahead of his mother and uncle. Snow had partially drifted across the entrance, and the scent of it was faint, indicating that it was unoccupied. He stepped through the opening and into the den proper. It was fairly small, a little tight for his mother, his sister, and him. One side was a rough stone slab; the others were dug of earth with knotted roots dangling. It was a fair bit warmer than outside, and he sank down with a sigh, licking his paws and legs again to free them of chilly snow. His mother curled up next to him, facing the entrance. "Go and find your own den," she said to Arden. "We'll manage."
His dark grey uncle nodded, turned, and trotted out into the snow again, leaving them alone in the small space. Kura shifted position. "I hope Kulia's all right," she said. "She's so
frail, you know."
Wryen yawned. "She'll be fine," he said before closing his eyes and sinking into the deep sleep of exhaustion.