more than willing to offer myself

Alaine Winters · 02-26-2011, 02:03 AM

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ooc; sorry for the monster post! the rest wont be as big, i swear Tongue

She had spent a long time in the walls by the water.

The ocean cliffs of Arbres de la Falaise had been the woman's temporary home for a long time now. The sheer rocky surfaces held up a plateau of wild game and prosperity, normally untapped by the self-sufficient pack of Cour des Miracles. But she had retreated there, to the lonesome howling winds and the cave that had served as a haven - A birthing place.

It had felt right to the colliewoman. She of little sacrilegious belief had found spiritual comfort in the small stone maw near the cliffs, whose walls therein were decorated with the most peculiar designs of leaping animals and little bipedal figures holding spears. They had been old images, etched into the bones of the cave by hands far older than her own, and Alaine had found solace in the knowing that they had watched over her and her three new pups.

Yes, this was the reason that the Apothecary - Normally so dedicated to her craft so as to forgo any personal reason not to attend it - Had disappeared from the world of the living for just over two weeks now. In this time, a snowstorm had ravaged the world beyond her little cave, and for many days Alaine had listened to the moaning winds for any desperate call that had demanded her presence. She was, after all, still loyal to those who she called her packmates, and the thought of them injured and without assistance had burned in her heart. But the woman had more things to attend to now, than just herself and her duty; She was a fresh mother now, and three young lives were totally dependant on her ability to warm them and feed them and love them. Elvira, Elijah and Odette had been her entire world from the time they had come into her life.

However, time had slipped away fast, and for days now the Winters woman had been preparing for her trek back down into the heart of the packlands. Her heart beat fast, nervous at the concept. What would come of her arrival, after such an unannounced disappearance? Would Vigilante, the king and merciful ruler of this land, refuse her children entry into the pack? What if - and here, her heart quailed at the thought - what if he found out who the father was? But she could not hide in her oceanside secrecy forever. The time had come; having taken no assistant, she was the only healer in the territory, and could not desert her duty to the pack.

She had left early morning, but progress was slow. One pup, that which was older than the other two by a month or so, was heavy. She could not walk the long distance, and Alaine had to carry her bundled in her arms more often than not. This child was different - Although her blood was dog blood, it was not Alaine's. The healer had claimed her as her own, though; As a mother grieving for the third pup she had lost, the adoption had not been difficult. Odette had needed her, just as her heart had needed Odette.

The other two whelps were bundled in soft cloth and placed with utmost care into her healer's satchel, which was now empty of all the food she had brought for the journey up to the cliffs. However, Alaine's figure shone with good health, as there had been many wild hares that had sheltered in the safer highlands of the cliffs during the storm, and had been caught in the snares she had lain out. In fact, the healer looked a lot healthier than she had in a long time - There was a wholeness to her gentle smile and her soft emerald eyes that had not been present there for a long time now.

Closer now to the flatland of the territory, Alaine witnessed much destruction. The storm had uprooted trees and tossed about debris like it was childrens' toys. The damage made her anxious; What if Vigilante was angry with her for not being here to help the pack? Would he understand that she had had no option but to follow her base instincts, and take refuge in solitude with her newborn pups? Loosing a gently wavering howl to call her king to her, the woman could only hope. She had met the handsome ruler only briefly before, at various occasions - Birthings, pack meeting and the such. He had been one of the first to welcome her to the pack so long ago, when Jac had still been King. Alaine had always respected the doggish male, and had been glad that he had stepped up to take the role of leader when their unruly collie king had disappeared.

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