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Saul Stormbringer · 04-06-2011, 03:16 PM

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ooc;; 06.04.11 Veiled Gardens Mid Morning about 11 o'clock.

Saul Stormbringer

He'd found a garden. Well, he suspected a few people knew about the hidden garden backed by miles of forest to the east. But it was the first time he'd really moved out this way- most of his adventure had kept him in the southern ends of Dahlia. The garden itself was a mess- the years of neglect had moved it beyound salvageable. But the wild beauty and the quiet serenity of the garden was a soothing presence on the young mans mind. He had a lot to think about, that was for sure. The focal point of his thoughts right now were Conor. Saul never thought he could feel anger towards he man. He'd been like a father to the Stormbringers and now he'd left. Like a punch to the face, the pain was trobbing and hurting. The earthy toned man had crawled under the small tunnel that appeared to be the only entrace to the walled garden, swiftly removing the dirt that had collected there. With Shiloh missing once more, Saul had become the resident health and clean freak. He was getting on well with his studies, learning every day about plants and techniques that could save his fellow pack members. What was left of the anyway.

Green eyes turned skyward where the weak spring sun was about an hour away from its peak. He needed someone to talk to, but his run had brought him this far and the wall around the garden had baffled him at first. He'd spent roughly half an hour trying to find a way in, biefly thinking he'd found a door. When the ivy wouldnt budge hed looked for another entrance and had found the Luperci sized tunnel. He'd entered this littl paradise and all thoughts of talking to someone crept from him.Left to grow naturally there were all sorts of plants he could identify as being medicinal. He gathered more marigold and plantain, the yellow flower a very good antiseptic and the wide leaves were sturdy enough to make crude bandages for severe wounds. He thought back to Wretch in the cabin and a pang of guilt coursed through him. Unable to walk she would be lying on her bed, most likely bored out of her brains.

He couldnt quite drag himself away from the garden yet, thinking about how he might be able to take some specific cuts for Nayru to grow. The Alpha had been at the top for nearly a week now and Saul wondered if she was okay. He needed to check on her wound and clean it again and perhaps ask her approval of him taking on the co-rank of apothecary. Still, he didnt want to move from his cosy spot in the vegetation, green eyes wide with wonder at the life that grew here, even through the harsh winter months.

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Siku · 04-26-2011, 01:29 PM

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Siku was not one to follow others around, nor was she the clingy type. However the young Dahlian had woken once again to find Saul had up and left early again. Snow white face lowering to her paws once more, Siku considered going back to sleep sullenly. She was in a lazy mood lately, as out of character as it seemed, and had little desire to leave the borders. Golden eyes slid closed again, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Dahlia was not the same. As the troubled soul drifted back into a dreamy state, thoughts rolled about in her mind and urged her to wake. How was little Wretch? Siku had barely any medical knowledge, and had to trust Saul's judgement when he told her that the child would be okay. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and it largely comforted Siku as the days progressed. He was always right, and the young one did seem to be getting much better.

Though she tried to go back to sleep, Siku could not. There was too much to think about, to question. Also, the she-wolf found that she kind of missed her companion. With a sigh of reluctance, the woman lifted herself from the warm floor and out the door to seek out Saul. First poking her head through the door to check on Wretch, golden eyes softened as they studied the sleeping child. She lingered there a moment, heart softening at the sight. Siku had not yet even spoken to the girl, and yet she was becoming fond of the puppy and her constant presence. Satisfied with what she saw, the she-wolf crept away feeling a little better.

It did not take long for Siku to figure out where her room mate had run off too. His scent was a part of her own, now. Next to Nayru's it was the strongest. He had ventured east, the same direction they went in the day they first explored together. As Siku ran, she picked up speed effortlessly. Her toned legs did not even seem to touch the ground as she traveled. She tried her best to blank her mind as well, focusing on the wind in her face and the scent she now traced. Since Conor left and she spoke to Nayru, Siku had neglected hunting, running, patrolling, exploring.. even her best friend. Siku could not recall the last time they had a meaningful conversation. It was her own fault of course, for Saul did try to comfort her and ease their worries. He told her they would be all right, but she saw in his own eyes that it was not set in stone. They were both lost. Wretch was the only reason they had exchanged words in the past few days, though Siku didn't even realize. Perhaps it was why she ran to him, now. It had been too long.

Siku had no trouble finding her way inside the walled garden, tracking Saul's scent to the tunnel he had to find himself. The whole atmosphere reminded Siku of Nayru and her greenhouse, and guilt ate away at the soft hearted wolf. She had been hiding from everyone and everything lately. Time seemed to stop, but only for Siku. The growing life around her indicated that summer was still well on it's way. A loud bark of greeting pierced the silence as she continued forward, and not too long after golden eyes settled on the man she sought after. " Saul," She cooed softly, seeing him before he saw her. He looked thoughtful, and peaceful. They seemed to be encased in their own world now, the feeling strange but pleasant to the woman as she smiled unconsciously. Light shivers ran through Siku's body as she waited for Saul to turn around, and she fought the urge to go to him. Since Conor left the emerald eyed man was not the same. It was hard for all of them, and all she wanted to do was escape into his touch. "I've missed you." The words were genuine and soft, for the white woman meant them more than she even realized.

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