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Here ya go! Sorry for the delay.
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Knees bent gracefully, her thighs resting on her feet, Hanna considered the items in front of her, which consisted of a length of tubing, a needle, and a vinyl bag wrapped in plastic. The objects in question were not unfamiliar to the medic; she'd used them in an emergency before, to save her niece's life. What was on the woman's mind was whether or not the use of the materials was warranted in this case.
She'd been sitting in the old hospital for a couple hours, gathering things and attempting to make herself as ready as she could possibly be for anything that might happen during Mew's delivery. While the woman was relatively sure that her niece's problems with her previous litter had more to do with her injuries and less to do with anything in or about Mew herself, she wanted to make sure all the bases were covered in case she was wrong.
Her thought was that with Colibri Soul missing, either she or Haku would be Mew's closest match for blood if she began hemorrhaging and needed that life-fluid replaced. Hanna doubted greatly that her chocolate nephew would allow her near him with a needle, even if he was in a condition himself to donate. That left herself. And her reluctance to donate her own blood came not from the idea of it hurting or leaving her weak, but from being unsure how she would keep the blood fresh until the time came she needed to use it.
She knew blood thickened; the scabs left over were what protected injuries while the skin repaired itself, and scabs were naught but dried blood. She knew also that humans had come up with some agent to keep the blood from thickening, but if there was any other way, Hanna didn't know of it.
Rising from her seat, she collected a couple more sets of bags and tubing from the rooms that were near the one she had been in and carried them back there, then withdrew her knife from the right-hand sheath to begin carefully removing the fur from the inside of her left arm.
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300+ Would it be okay if we kind of forward dated this until merely a day or so before Mew's birth?
His reading speed was still kind of pathetic, but the boy was quickly increasing multiple skills thanks to the literature that the humans had left behind. What a wonderful species they had been. A few weeks ago he had found an office in the old hospital with lots of interesting topics in the bookshelves. Conor suspected that he only understood half of what was written down in those books, but what he did understand was very interesting. It was about brain and behaviour and all sorts of cool things that truly made the boy sit down and wonder about things. Today he wanted to get another one of those books. Some of them were huge, and he wanted one of those, one with a title that he had noticed already back then. The topic was general psychology, and the boy believed that he would get more out of reading that piece of work first to get a basic understanding.
When he was halfway through the building on his way to that particular office, he realized that there was another individual’s scent lingering inside. Ears turned backwards against his skull as the boy thought about this. He did not recognize the scent. He did not like that. He knew that this fact would make seeking the other canine out mandatory. They could not have unknown people wandering around inside Dahlia de Mai territory. Conor knew that a place like this was rich of treasures if one knew what one was looking for, and he did not like the thought of that. Unlike his father the boy was not very violent despite his violent childhood. He was more curious than angered and easily followed the trail of the wolf. In a room he caught the scene of a black female doing something quite odd. She was shaving her fur off. Conor hesitated and could only stare for a moment with round, violet eyes.
”Who are you and what are you doing here?” the boy finally asked with a firm voice, knowing for certain now that this was not a wolf of these lands.
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Sure, sounds okay by me.
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The voice caught her off-guard for a moment and Hanna narrowly missed nicking her skin. She looked up into the most beautiful violet eyes she'd ever seen. The boy before her was unfamiliar, but that was no surprise to her. Hanna placed the knife on the table beside her and slid off the hospital bed to stand on the floor, smiling slightly at the boy's tone. In her opinion, he seemed quite good at the whole confrontation thing, despite having just met him. "My name is Hanna. Mew invited me within the pack lands; she is my niece. I live in AniWaya now, down south of here, but I used to be the Herbalist in Dahlia de Mai."
Hanna raised her arm to look at the small patch she'd shaved away. She could clearly see the blue line of her veins there; this was a good thing, as it might make sticking a needle into one easier. She wouldn't really know until she did it, but it was definitely promising. Her attention turned back to the young man. "So are you interested in the art of healing? Or are you here for a different reason?" For he was likely here for something other than tracking an old woman down. She did not ask his name, he would provide that if he was willing, but she was interested in whether or not she might have a pupil in the making. As far as she knew, Dahlia still had no healer, and it was her fault and so her responsibility - in her opinion - to fill that spot if it did not fill itself.
Another part of her was almost afraid to try to find a pupil. Svara had not been the greatest choice. Though she had the love of learning and of healing, her sense of tact was next to nil, and it had ended up a bust with Svara's dismissal from the pack. But perhaps she had gone on to heal elsewhere. For Hanna, healing was her calling, was what she was drawn to do whether she was the affirmed medic or not. And that was the best way to be, in her opinion.
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Hanna was her name and she was a friend of his ivory aunt. Conor slowly nodded. It did not satisfy his curiosity though. What was she doing right here right now? Did she knew what his father would do if he found her here alone? Now, Conor had no idea if his dark hearted father would have left the woman alone if she knew that she was Mew’s guest. Conor did think it would have mattered either way for Haku as long as the black adult was alone. Well, his father could not do anything if she was together with him, right? Conor was close to an adult now and if he just stayed close to Hanna then he knew her chance for survival would be much higher. Perhaps he was worrying too much about his father’s actions, but the boy knew his devilish sire well from those months living together with him and knew well how cruel the Lilium of Dahlia could be, often without a reason. His smile was faint, but it was friendly.
”Hello, Hanna.” He said, letting her name roll over his tongue in a gentle, tranquil wave. It had to be a while since she had lived here then, because Conor knew with certainty that he had never laid eyes on this woman before. He judged her older than his father, possibly five years or more? ”Why don’t you live here anymore?” Even though he still merely held the rank of a child within the pack, he had started to get involved with more adult matters. Dahlia needed healers. At the moment there was none. The question that rose from the woman surprised the youth. Art of healing? Well.. The boy turned his face to look down along the corridor in the direction of the route to the office that held the interesting books. ”I’ve found some books here that I like.” he replied quietly, turning back to let lavender eyes find her bi-coloured gaze. Even if the thought of needing a healer had touched him several times he had never thought of the possibility of becoming one himself. There had been none to teach him the art around here anyway.
The boy stepped further into the room where the black adult was sitting. ”I’ve read about the body and the brain and I think it’s very interesting. However, it’s mostly the human body and so on and we are a bit different.” He had realized that most optime forms did seem quite similar to the deceased humans in build, but he knew that he would have to study the lupus form as well to get a better understanding of how they were made. Healing, hmm? The boy’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment, thinking about it in depth. He did like helping people. He had helped healing Alco on his own and the fox was strong and healthy today. Luckily it had been its baby teeth that had been pulled out, so the red canine was no longer without teeth. It could still live a life in freedom. ”I have not thought about the art of healing. There hasn’t really been any healer here to learn from.” This woman in front of him was one, and the boy felt a pleasant ball of excitement light up in his chest.
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Doobeedoobeedoooo... slightly rambly speech, but it works.
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Hanna was pleased. The young man had stayed, had interacted with her. She had been slightly worried he would run off, that she would not have made a good impression, that something would go wrong. The only thing that went slightly awry was his query about why she did not live in Dahlia now. It was not so much she was ashamed of her past; not even the triple scars across her snout that so bluntly told of her trespassing shamed her. They were what they were. The question in her mind was not what to tell. It was where to start.
She grunted when she came up with a satisfactory answer, or what she thought was one. "Hmm. Dahlia... was a great pack, when first I lived here. I should say, when I helped found it, along with Cer, Slay, Mew, and my sister Colibri." There was no evidence of boasting; the woman was giving the facts. "Before I knew it, though, the pack became.. well, it didn't feel like home anymore. So I ran." Yes, she'd run to the mountains, lived there with only Tobias' company. It had only been a couple months, but it felt like an eternity.
"I came back early the next year, but I informed Cer that I could not rejoin the pack, and why. I lived close, though, in a cabin where three territories came together; it's since been absorbed into the pack. While I was there, I helped Dahlia by healing people." She glossed over the topic of Svara. That had been a good mistake, something that was supposed to turn out for the better but had ended up a disaster. Pointing to her snout, Hanna half-smiled. "I got these after several forays in and out, chasing a loner to keep him safe. Haku found us." Little did she know who was standing in front of her.
The medic fell quiet, then, listening to the lavender-eyed boy speak further. She could not help but wonder where he had learned to read, whether his parents had taught him or if he had had tutelage under someone else. "Books are a great place to start. I did most of my early learning by simply trying things on myself." Of course, that wasn't always a great way to do things. She could have been hurt by some of the things she had done. The young man went on and explained what he had learned so far. It was, as she had said, a great start. He seemed deep in thought, and then spoke again, admitting that he had not thought about it because there was no healer to learn from.
A momentary pang of guilt, for it was her fault still yet that there was not, and then she spoke once more. "I could teach you... if you'd be interested."
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Did she say then that Dahlia de Mai no longer was a good pack? The boy’s forehead wrinkled slightly. Why? Cercelee, Slay, Mew and Colibri were still here together with even more wolves now. He liked this pack despite his father’s immoral terror. He had realized that few truly knew Haku like he did, and so the boy had settled with the thought that it had just been something about him that had caused his father to torment him. As long as they kept his father in such a situation it had to mean that he was doing a good job despite his cruelty. His thoughts were not able to stay on the question of why Dahlia was no longer good enough. If she was Colibri’s sister then she was Conor’s sister as well. Whoa, whoa. Lavender eyes looked to the woman in horror, disbelief. But, she was so old compared to Colibri. She looked even older than his father.. Unless it was Colibri Soul, Conor’s grandmother. Yes, that was correct. Could it be that he was related to the black woman? ”Colibri Soul?” his voice wondered loudly, in need for confirmation.
He was sorry to hear that Haku’s cruelty had reached her. ”Dad attacked you?” He asked, his face still looking troubled. Well, he knew his father was not very fond of loners (he often found himself escorting trespassers to their destinations whenever he found any in order to prevent Haku’s anger) and could attack them if they had invaded the pack land too deeply. ”It is not safe for non-members to walk alone in these lands. I can stay with you until you go back to aunt Mew so that he wont be able to hurt you if we meet him.” It was the right thing to do, and if they really was related then perhaps they could get to know each other. Suddenly he realized that he was being rude. ”I’m Conor by the way,” he hurried to add while feeling slightly embarrassed for having forgotten to introduce himself back when she had. He liked the thought of learning some healing. No, actually he thought he loved that idea. The young boy’s smile turned into a bright, white smile. ”I’d really like to learn!” he beamed at her, walking closer and forgetting about his previous quest of retrieving his psychology book.
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