08-09-2010, 01:12 PM
She had been remaining in her shifted form since the accident now wanting to use her paw at all. It did make taking care of the horses a little more difficult but it seemed the horses took it easy on her knowing she was hurt. Adonia hadn't seen Domonick much since then. He had big responsibilities now, and she had more work as well. Not only was she caring for the horses she was also having to familiarize herself more with the pack land and the members. However, there were very few members anyhow, but with such a large amount of land, they seemed scattered and hidden. It wasn't easy trying to befriend the scattered members. Today she was taking a break and spending it at the stables as she sat on the fence holding her tender pawlike hand and looked at the large scab that had formed. It was healing, but it was taking awhile since it was such a deep and large wound.
Her eyes looked up as she looked to the horses watching them play in the field, a few just grazing. She had just finished giving them all fresh water and grain. Now it was time for them to be free and relax. Sometimes she wished she could be a horse. Life seemed so easy and not so complicated. Granted life wasn't that complicated, but still she was so shy and quiet at times that being sociable was hard, and she was afraid that she was bugging everyone by hunting them down to get to know them. What if she ran into a mean member and he didn't want her to pester them? They might attack her! The thought of being hurt scared her. Already, this hand injury hurt and was being a pain. She'd spent days in this form because of it. It was easy to be two-legged than four when she had an injury like this. She cursed her clumsiness.
Her eyes looked up as she looked to the horses watching them play in the field, a few just grazing. She had just finished giving them all fresh water and grain. Now it was time for them to be free and relax. Sometimes she wished she could be a horse. Life seemed so easy and not so complicated. Granted life wasn't that complicated, but still she was so shy and quiet at times that being sociable was hard, and she was afraid that she was bugging everyone by hunting them down to get to know them. What if she ran into a mean member and he didn't want her to pester them? They might attack her! The thought of being hurt scared her. Already, this hand injury hurt and was being a pain. She'd spent days in this form because of it. It was easy to be two-legged than four when she had an injury like this. She cursed her clumsiness.