The decision whether or not to fetch herbs--that Ralla still couldn't remember--was decided for her when the new wolfess, Aithne, stated that she only needed fresh bandages and water. Ralla remembered seeing some cloth in the storage hut earlier that day when she had been collecting more berries, and 'borrowing' a bowl from one of the abandoned huts didn't seem like such a bad thing.
"If you wait here, I can get the cloth and water," she said as she braced herself to shift. Despite the assurances from Aithne that she was fine, the wounds still needed tending. In the light of the fire before they had traveled away, Ralla had seen the grey sheen of Aithne's coat--even dull with malnourishment--appeared to shimmer in and out of the silver color spectrum. Her grey eyes were alight with fire even as her body projected a different image, and Ralla could not help but let her own smile reach her forest-green eyes as she felt the joints in her knees and paws pop and lengthen. She had transformed not a few minutes ago to appear less threatening to the wolfess, but now she needed the benefits of opposable thumbs to help her fetch the items she required.
"I'll be right back!" Making a 'stay' motion with her hands, she immediatly rushed off on all fours for the northwest part of the village to the storage hut. She was fastest in this, her optime form, because her limbs were still lengthy but her strength enhanced (even if not by much). It was not long before she came upon the storage hut and gathered the necessary gauze before taking off to scavenge the buildings for a bowl. She only hoped it wouldn't take too long; she had left Aithne without much explanation of her motives and with a basketfull of blueberries; but the berries could only feed the newcomer for so long before they were gone, and Ralla didn't want to keep her waiting. In fact, she was most excited because not only did she meet a new potential friend and packmate, but that pull of energy from her...that vision of grey eyes...
What kind of story does she have to tell?
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.
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