08-18-2009, 02:12 PM
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OOC: ::Word Count:: 500+
Urma almost let escape her a soft sigh of relief at hearing the wolf's story. By all means the bird was probably just exhausted from not having been able to fly to safety, and having to run on its small, thin legs instead. So the white female approached the bird with more optimism, but frowned as she finally spotted the hurt wing. Something about the small wolf told her he hadn't lied, so she naturally assumed this was the reason why the bird hadn't been able to fly once it had spotted Emwe, perceiving him as a possible threat. She thought about how best to explain this to the distraught male, without upsetting him further or making it sound as if it was his fault in any way. She was convinced that it wasn't, and she knew she had to convince him of the same thing.
"Emwe, it's not your fault. Honestly. Come look. It was hurt before you even touched it. That's why it couldn't fly. It's not your fault." She tried not to scare the already frightened bird as she slowly turned it on its side, broken wing up, to ease the pressure on the wound. The bird seemed tired from all the frantic attempts to escape, but Urma didn't blame Emwe from assuming it was playing with him. It was a mistake any young wolf could have made. Their priority now had to be helping the poor avian, clearly hurt. She wondered how it had acquired this wound, but assumed it had been any kind of accident. Nothing to do with the male at all, she was certain. "Would you help me find some water to clean the wound on its wing?" She hoped this would make the wolf feel more useful, since it would mean aiding the bird, instead of just looking at it helplessly.
She moved away from the small bird, looking for any plant that might have a wide enough leaf to cover the small creature with. Once she spotted one, she tore it, stem and all, with her sharp teeth, and trotted back to where the avian was lying on the ground. Urma placed the soft-textured leaf over the bird, leaving only its black, beady eyes and its orange beak uncovered. She then turned back to Emwe, hoping he was willing to help her find a source of water. She had no idea where the closest one might be around here, but if he was from the pack nearby, he would most likely know. She tried to sound reassuring as she spoke. "The sooner we can help the bird, the better. It looks like it's going to heal in a day or two, and in the meantime you could always visit to check it out. Really. You did nothing wrong. By chasing after it, you found out it had a problem. Now we can help it. Together." She wanted the young wolf to trust her enough to put his unnecessary guilt behind him.
"Emwe, it's not your fault. Honestly. Come look. It was hurt before you even touched it. That's why it couldn't fly. It's not your fault." She tried not to scare the already frightened bird as she slowly turned it on its side, broken wing up, to ease the pressure on the wound. The bird seemed tired from all the frantic attempts to escape, but Urma didn't blame Emwe from assuming it was playing with him. It was a mistake any young wolf could have made. Their priority now had to be helping the poor avian, clearly hurt. She wondered how it had acquired this wound, but assumed it had been any kind of accident. Nothing to do with the male at all, she was certain. "Would you help me find some water to clean the wound on its wing?" She hoped this would make the wolf feel more useful, since it would mean aiding the bird, instead of just looking at it helplessly.
She moved away from the small bird, looking for any plant that might have a wide enough leaf to cover the small creature with. Once she spotted one, she tore it, stem and all, with her sharp teeth, and trotted back to where the avian was lying on the ground. Urma placed the soft-textured leaf over the bird, leaving only its black, beady eyes and its orange beak uncovered. She then turned back to Emwe, hoping he was willing to help her find a source of water. She had no idea where the closest one might be around here, but if he was from the pack nearby, he would most likely know. She tried to sound reassuring as she spoke. "The sooner we can help the bird, the better. It looks like it's going to heal in a day or two, and in the meantime you could always visit to check it out. Really. You did nothing wrong. By chasing after it, you found out it had a problem. Now we can help it. Together." She wanted the young wolf to trust her enough to put his unnecessary guilt behind him.
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