03-28-2011, 05:33 AM
[html]ooc;; set 30th march <333
He'd left the safe confines of Dahlia de Mai in search of something. His most recent encounter with Nayru had revealed to him just how inexperianced he was as a medical body. And he wasnt happy about it. He'd managed to remove the poorly made stitches on the Gamma's head and had cleaned it well enough so that no infection would get through. But he'd been unable to stitch it back up again. He knew a lot about the plants and other things that could help with injuries and illnesses, his few trips to Dalhousie University had unearthed a whole host of medical books that he'd managed to read through. They must have been old, as the ones he'd read had been mostly on herbal uses for plants. It was very helpful, but the male couldnt simply go on books for knowledge. He wanted to be the medicle man in Dahlia de Mai and he needed to prove to Conor that he had the knowledge and skills to help and be useful in the pack.
This had drove him to search beyound the borders of Dahlia for other medicine men and women that might be able to teach him. Though not the closest pack to Dahlia, Saul had chosen to head for the borders of Crimson Dreams. He'd never been there before and he hadn't met anyone from the pack before. But he was a driven man and he would go to any lengths to find a teacher who would be happy to teach him. Running in his secui form was something the timber male didnt like to do. But it got him there much faster than anything else. He didnt have a horse yet and he needed more lessons from Liliana before he would be able to be confident on a horse. So it was by paw he went. Leaving very early this morning with a quick lick to Siku's head before he made his way north.
It was now early afternoon, the sun arching to its peak in perhaps half an hours time. He could smell the pack nearby and was trying to figure out what to say. Who to ask to help him out. He slowed well before the scent markers clearly defined the borders and waited for a moment. Perhaps there was a scout on patrol who could deal with his request. He shifted down to his lupus form, much more comfortable on four paws than two. He sat then, green eyes trained on the horizon to see if there would be anyone willing to help him.
word count;; 431
"speech"
He'd left the safe confines of Dahlia de Mai in search of something. His most recent encounter with Nayru had revealed to him just how inexperianced he was as a medical body. And he wasnt happy about it. He'd managed to remove the poorly made stitches on the Gamma's head and had cleaned it well enough so that no infection would get through. But he'd been unable to stitch it back up again. He knew a lot about the plants and other things that could help with injuries and illnesses, his few trips to Dalhousie University had unearthed a whole host of medical books that he'd managed to read through. They must have been old, as the ones he'd read had been mostly on herbal uses for plants. It was very helpful, but the male couldnt simply go on books for knowledge. He wanted to be the medicle man in Dahlia de Mai and he needed to prove to Conor that he had the knowledge and skills to help and be useful in the pack.
This had drove him to search beyound the borders of Dahlia for other medicine men and women that might be able to teach him. Though not the closest pack to Dahlia, Saul had chosen to head for the borders of Crimson Dreams. He'd never been there before and he hadn't met anyone from the pack before. But he was a driven man and he would go to any lengths to find a teacher who would be happy to teach him. Running in his secui form was something the timber male didnt like to do. But it got him there much faster than anything else. He didnt have a horse yet and he needed more lessons from Liliana before he would be able to be confident on a horse. So it was by paw he went. Leaving very early this morning with a quick lick to Siku's head before he made his way north.
It was now early afternoon, the sun arching to its peak in perhaps half an hours time. He could smell the pack nearby and was trying to figure out what to say. Who to ask to help him out. He slowed well before the scent markers clearly defined the borders and waited for a moment. Perhaps there was a scout on patrol who could deal with his request. He shifted down to his lupus form, much more comfortable on four paws than two. He sat then, green eyes trained on the horizon to see if there would be anyone willing to help him.
word count;; 431
"speech"
