01-14-2011, 10:43 PM
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As the white wolf spoke, Voron's heart went out to her. It was obvious that there were painful memories in her past. Voron herself had lost her whole family, so she well knew the pain of grief when she saw it. For a second, Voron hated the world. So many wolves she had met had lost someone close to them, or had been raped or beaten by others. Life was brutal; there was always something poised over your family, ready to strike at any moment. And most things you couldn't fight, like famine and storms and sickness.
As the white wolf spoke, Voron's heart went out to her. It was obvious that there were painful memories in her past. Voron herself had lost her whole family, so she well knew the pain of grief when she saw it. For a second, Voron hated the world. So many wolves she had met had lost someone close to them, or had been raped or beaten by others. Life was brutal; there was always something poised over your family, ready to strike at any moment. And most things you couldn't fight, like famine and storms and sickness.
When Shiloh leaned against the tree with her eyes moist, Voron trod forward a few steps, ready to give comfort. She hesitated a few feet away though, concerned about what the other wolf's reaction would be if she got too close with the rat.
"Inferni. Isn't that the pack of coyotes? I heard that there was some bad blood between them and us Dahlians." Voron was trying to get the younger female's mind off of her past. She always felt bad when she saw others suffering, be it a pup who stubbed it's toe, or and elder who had lost it's mate. It was this inborn empathy that had sparked her intrest in the art of healing. But, while she could mend a broken leg, she knew pain of the heart was much harder to fix.