08-21-2009, 10:15 PM
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D: Psychology was really interesting, except for the parts where they went all in-depth about the brain. -gives you a planner!- mall-caps;">In Character For a moment, the coyote remained still, her single golden eye searching over the injured canine. He was indeed young, perhaps a year at best. The only injury she could see seemed to be the days-old gash across his wounds, certainly not fatal, but ill-cared for at best. Perhaps he had cleaned it by licking it, perhaps not—she instinctively reached for her bag, only to find it was not at her side as usual. She had left it in the caves this evening, thinking she would not need it on her jog about the borders. She'd planned to head home after she was done here anyway, and an hour separated from her possessions had not seemed so long. The coyote before her seemed to stir, and the grizzled woman watched, hopeful, inching closer to him by the second. The silvery canine could half-recall snapping at Jezebel in her half-consciousness a month prior, and though she was intent on helping this stranger, she didn't wish to be on the receiving end of some semi-conscious self-defense. There was a soft noise from his lips, and the coyote woman frowned, her sable ears pressing to her skull. Perhaps his injuries were worse than she'd first suspected, or maybe he was just exhausted from travels—in any case, the coyotes Inferni had been taking in as of late had been more in need of a home, and it was up to Inferni to rehabilitate them to good health. Still, when their newest members were older and stronger, Kaena was certain they would be proud contributors to the clan's well-being. Cobalt eyes opened for a moment, and fluttered closed almost as quickly. The coyote woman reached out with a hand, her fingers lighting gently on the coyote's paw for an instant. He was warm, but not as much as he should have been. "Wake up," she said, her voice somewhat firmer this time. "I can help you," the woman added, removing her hand from his paw. "But you have to get up." He could not stay here, not in this condition—before long the sun would set, and the morning's arrival would almost certainly spell the end for this one, stolen by the chill of evening and the long night. |