08-29-2009, 04:17 PM
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OOC: Neah, don't worry, it's okay 
::Word Count:: 400+
::Word Count:: 400+
Urma watched the youngster with a mixture of sadness and empathy. It was difficult enough convincing anyone that they were not entirely responsible of a certain act that had taken place-- let alone a stranger. It was this barrier between packs that complicated Urma's attempts to breach the rift that age alone caused in her attempts to better understand the growing wolf. However, her sympathies were with him-- she had a vague notion of where he was coming from in regards to his readiness to blame himself. It was a guilt trip the pale femme had experienced several significant times herself, before learning to deal with the reality of life. She had had to learn that one had to understand where and when one had gone wrong, because taking the blame for all that happened was not a safe approach to the world. Not everyone would understand the emotional reasoning behind it-- many would, in fact take advantage of such weakness.
However, they could not neglect the bird; although she was good for now, it wouldn't do well to prolong her suffering. Nodding to indicate that she had understood, the alabaster female ran in the direction Emwe had pointed out, and soon enough found a stream. She concentrated on shifting in her Optime form, and the change came natural to her by now. Her body adapted to its new forms quickly, and she spread out her hands, flexing her fingers so as to get the hang of it. She rushed back to where Emwe and the small bird were, not pausing to consider that her sudden change of look might startle the wolf. She picked the bird up, leaf and all, and gently carried her by the side of the running water, placing her carefully on the ground. She then bent low near the edge of the stream, and cupped water into her hands that she then brought over the bird in an attempt to wash the wounded wing. She took great care not to damage the avian's wing, keeping the feathers moist until the wound was clean. She then tapped it dry with the leaf and gingerly held the bird in her cupped hands, peering at her from all sides to make sure there was nothing left that could hinder her in any way. Once she was satisfied that there was nothing time and a bit of care wouldn't be able to solve, she extended her hands to allow Emwe to look at the bird more closely himself. "See? It's going to be a lot better now. In due time her wing will be just fine." Her voice was softer as she spoke next. "Please don't think this was your fault. You couldn't have known. And think of it this way, you found an injured bird. That's good. Maybe another wolf would have eaten her without a second thought."
However, they could not neglect the bird; although she was good for now, it wouldn't do well to prolong her suffering. Nodding to indicate that she had understood, the alabaster female ran in the direction Emwe had pointed out, and soon enough found a stream. She concentrated on shifting in her Optime form, and the change came natural to her by now. Her body adapted to its new forms quickly, and she spread out her hands, flexing her fingers so as to get the hang of it. She rushed back to where Emwe and the small bird were, not pausing to consider that her sudden change of look might startle the wolf. She picked the bird up, leaf and all, and gently carried her by the side of the running water, placing her carefully on the ground. She then bent low near the edge of the stream, and cupped water into her hands that she then brought over the bird in an attempt to wash the wounded wing. She took great care not to damage the avian's wing, keeping the feathers moist until the wound was clean. She then tapped it dry with the leaf and gingerly held the bird in her cupped hands, peering at her from all sides to make sure there was nothing left that could hinder her in any way. Once she was satisfied that there was nothing time and a bit of care wouldn't be able to solve, she extended her hands to allow Emwe to look at the bird more closely himself. "See? It's going to be a lot better now. In due time her wing will be just fine." Her voice was softer as she spoke next. "Please don't think this was your fault. You couldn't have known. And think of it this way, you found an injured bird. That's good. Maybe another wolf would have eaten her without a second thought."
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