Doctor's Orders
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301 - Sky knows EVERYTHING. xD


For the life of her, Sky couldn't quite figure out what was going on lately. Tharin's upset and the lack of care for Titania in the pack had knocked her for a loop. While hunting with the pack had taken her mind off of things, she still felt the prickling in the back of her mind about everything. How could Zalen have given up so easily? They'd waited too long now and Titania's scent had been washed away by last night's rain for sure. They'd never find her, now. Not unless by chance. She'd never felt helpless about this sort of thing before, but now... it just seemed hopeless.

So to bury her worries, she headed over to the clinic. Fella would be there but Shawchert had things to do until sun down, so it would be just her and her cat- unless Noah actually happened to be there for a change. He'd been up and about against her wishes lately, sneaking away from the clinic whenever she or Shawchert looked the other way. Fella had filled her in, the secretive little cat, but there was otherwise nothing she could do to stop him.

Unless he'd listen to reason. She trotted over to the ramp and as she crossed it, shifted into her optime form. She stood just in time to pass into the main floor of the tree house, where in the bed there, Noah should've been resting. The curtain around it was drawn, as she'd left it probably. She doubted he was there, though his scent was. "Noah? You here?" She called out softly, torn ears perking to listen for a response. She wouldn't go looking for him if he wasn't, but the boy would have a nasty lecture coming his way if that was the case.

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