07-01-2011, 06:06 PM
Assume Rain is always in optime form unless typed other wise. WC:846 
"Warum ich? "(why me?) said Rain out loud as he pitched his tent near one of the streams he had been following. He had yet to meet another wolf in this god forsaken forrest. It was always dark here and if it wasn't for the little bits of sun that peeked though the foliage he wouldn't be able to tell if it was day or night. He had made a torch out of a fallen tree limb with a small hole in the top just deep enough to put some kindling in. He used the small piece of flint he always carried with him and a fire stone (pyrite) to light the kindling. He had hunted some time before and had carved out one of the ox horns to hold embers so he could always start a fire. He wore the horn along with a bag his mother had given him on the ship to hold his caving tools, flint, and pyrite. As he set up his tent that consisted of the ox fur that was cured and made soft with the fat that he had worked into it. It was used to be one of the trades his father had taught him and after working the fat into the ox fur he would hang it out to dry to make it supple and easy to use. All together he had made a tent, a sleeping fur, a water bag and a dried meat bag out of one ox along with his ember horn, all of which his father taught him to make.
So far he had a sleeping fur also made from ox fur and a tent fur which he carried rolled up and tied on his back with his bow and arrows, another trade his father had taught him. The tent was almost water proof and as he laid it over a thick branch he let his feelings go. He was tired of being alone, and longed for his sisters company, or any company for that matter. Just as he was putting the rocks he found after a small search in the stream, down to hold the fur he noticed something brown floating down the stream, its small brown body struggling to get to shore. Rain put his stuff down and quickly went to the helpless animal and picked its small, cold body out of the stream. It was only then did he notice it was a baby mink. It looked like it was only a months old but had a small but deep wound on its back left hind leg. It looked like a fox bite and as Rain took the shivering mink back to his tent he noticed it curled closer to him for warmth despite its slightly fatty feeling body.
After a few moments of checking to see if it was a male or female and rendering it as a female he took laid the small terrified animal down on his sleeping fur and got out some dried ox meat he had had left over from the ox he had killed and skinned so he could eat and enjoy. He started his fire close to his tent and after eating decided to check on the small animal. It was scared of him but after a few minutes of coaxing it closer with some of the left over dried meat and he was able to pick her up and check on her leg. It had stopped bleeding and he reached for his carving back that also doubled as a herb and tea leaf bag. His mother had taught him how to make herbal mixes that healed wounds and stopped pain. He had a small carved bowl in his bag he had made in Berlin and while the minx curled up in his lap to sleep, put some of the herbs he had found while he walked though the forest in the bowl with some water to make a paste. After taking one of the duller rocks off the side of his tent, he started crushing and mixing the herbs into a small paste to put in the minx's leg. He ripped a small piece of fur off his sleeping fur and wrapped it around the minxes leg. It squirmed at first but after some softly spoken words in German it calmed and let him put the paste and wrapping on her.
"Sehe, du bist ok Anke," (see your ok Anke or Grace) he whispered to the minx as she curled in his hands. She was cute with mahogany fur and white paws. She had soft black eyes that seemed to understand what he was saying. He laid down and and watched as Anke moved from where he had put her down to the crook of his neck, next to his head. He smiled and pulled her up on to her chest and petting her softly. "Ich wünschte, ich könnte andere finden?" (why can't I find others like me?) he asked the minx softly as a tear slid down his face.
"Warum ich? "(why me?) said Rain out loud as he pitched his tent near one of the streams he had been following. He had yet to meet another wolf in this god forsaken forrest. It was always dark here and if it wasn't for the little bits of sun that peeked though the foliage he wouldn't be able to tell if it was day or night. He had made a torch out of a fallen tree limb with a small hole in the top just deep enough to put some kindling in. He used the small piece of flint he always carried with him and a fire stone (pyrite) to light the kindling. He had hunted some time before and had carved out one of the ox horns to hold embers so he could always start a fire. He wore the horn along with a bag his mother had given him on the ship to hold his caving tools, flint, and pyrite. As he set up his tent that consisted of the ox fur that was cured and made soft with the fat that he had worked into it. It was used to be one of the trades his father had taught him and after working the fat into the ox fur he would hang it out to dry to make it supple and easy to use. All together he had made a tent, a sleeping fur, a water bag and a dried meat bag out of one ox along with his ember horn, all of which his father taught him to make.
So far he had a sleeping fur also made from ox fur and a tent fur which he carried rolled up and tied on his back with his bow and arrows, another trade his father had taught him. The tent was almost water proof and as he laid it over a thick branch he let his feelings go. He was tired of being alone, and longed for his sisters company, or any company for that matter. Just as he was putting the rocks he found after a small search in the stream, down to hold the fur he noticed something brown floating down the stream, its small brown body struggling to get to shore. Rain put his stuff down and quickly went to the helpless animal and picked its small, cold body out of the stream. It was only then did he notice it was a baby mink. It looked like it was only a months old but had a small but deep wound on its back left hind leg. It looked like a fox bite and as Rain took the shivering mink back to his tent he noticed it curled closer to him for warmth despite its slightly fatty feeling body.
After a few moments of checking to see if it was a male or female and rendering it as a female he took laid the small terrified animal down on his sleeping fur and got out some dried ox meat he had had left over from the ox he had killed and skinned so he could eat and enjoy. He started his fire close to his tent and after eating decided to check on the small animal. It was scared of him but after a few minutes of coaxing it closer with some of the left over dried meat and he was able to pick her up and check on her leg. It had stopped bleeding and he reached for his carving back that also doubled as a herb and tea leaf bag. His mother had taught him how to make herbal mixes that healed wounds and stopped pain. He had a small carved bowl in his bag he had made in Berlin and while the minx curled up in his lap to sleep, put some of the herbs he had found while he walked though the forest in the bowl with some water to make a paste. After taking one of the duller rocks off the side of his tent, he started crushing and mixing the herbs into a small paste to put in the minx's leg. He ripped a small piece of fur off his sleeping fur and wrapped it around the minxes leg. It squirmed at first but after some softly spoken words in German it calmed and let him put the paste and wrapping on her.
"Sehe, du bist ok Anke," (see your ok Anke or Grace) he whispered to the minx as she curled in his hands. She was cute with mahogany fur and white paws. She had soft black eyes that seemed to understand what he was saying. He laid down and and watched as Anke moved from where he had put her down to the crook of his neck, next to his head. He smiled and pulled her up on to her chest and petting her softly. "Ich wünschte, ich könnte andere finden?" (why can't I find others like me?) he asked the minx softly as a tear slid down his face.