C A E L U M
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{gender. male} {rank. Medicus} {pack. Sanctum} {word count. } {tags. Eden, Jaren}
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Caelum's ears twitched with amusement as Eden suggested Jaren defend them. She had a very good idea of the importance of the herbs to the pack and wasn't disinterested or frankly bored, like most of the other custos he usually managed to convince to help carry his collection. He briefly wondered why Eden wasn't the medicus instead of him, but quickly dismissed the thought. If it wasn't for his skill in recognizing plants, he would very likely be a nefas, and that was the last thing he wanted.
"Yes Jaren," Caelum said, a hint of amusement still in his voice, "Eden makes a good point--you'll help us very much if you keep an eye out for loners or anything dangerous." He turned back to his work, gently nipping off a few more leaves, making sure to nose back up the ones that were bent over because some creature had trampled over the patch. They finished quickly, leaving the smaller leaves to grow to their full size before he collected them and they had a sizable pile of the aromatic plants.
Caelum tilted his head, running through the herbs he would need for the tourney. Many he had in his den and were determined to use, as they would likely lose their potency quite soon. He would need to restock on all those plants, but that was for a another day, when there wasn't a pressing need for him in the pack.
"Some fresh calendula would be helpful," Caelum murmured, half to himself. Any plant to prevent infection he wanted fresh--nothing was worse than someone losing their limb because he had used preserved plants instead of fresh, "And we need moss as well as cobweb--lots of it," he added. He would have much preferred the soft growths on the cotton plant to use to prevent bleeding, but that grew on the Sanctus territory and although he knew Muru would offer him some if he asked politely enough,
he didn't want to suggest it when tensions were running high between the two packs because of the dwindling of food and tournaments within each pack approaching. Moss and cobwebs he would have to carefully clean in running water would have to do.
S I L A S
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{gender. male} {rank. Nefas} {pack. Sanctus} {word count. } {tags. Nyla}
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Silas let himself relax, watching the small pup speak to her reflection. He opened his mouth to tell her so, but she lapped at the water and scattered the image, realization crossing her face. Silas had always liked pups--they were always stark with their expressions and hardly ever seemed to care too much that he was a nefas. Of course, they knew that they ranked higher than him,
but he was friendly to them and most of the time, that was all most cared about anyways. He gazed at Nyla, a slight sadness tugging at his chest. He saw a lot of his younger self in her, and it pained him to see any pup alone. Silas remembered all too well how painfully lonely it had been when his parents had gone without a trace and soon after, his sister as well. The pack had taken him in but he had never been quite a part of it--he was timid and was born deformed, setting him off from the other pups from the start. He knew the pack didn't neglect him--he could have been worse off as a nefas, but the choking loneliness still rose up in him sometimes, everything reminding him that he wasn't part of the pack, not really. He was always awkward and set off from the custos, no matter how hard he tried to socialize and be friendly to them.
He didn't want Nyla to experience the same suffocating experience as he did growing up, but he could already see she wouldn't.
Where he was timid and weak, she was bright and curious, her sweet personality charming most of the pack. She was healthy as well and showed promise to continue to grow up as such. But as long as she needed, Silas was determined to try and be a friend and ally she could turn to.
"Why don't we play a game?" he asked, lowering his muzzle to her's. He knew he couldn't chase her very far if she wanted to play catch, but he could last long enough to at least stave off her boredom and perhaps encourage her to take a nap for part of the morning until the tourney started.