Pulling out my first table for the fun of it. Sorry that it's a scrolling table. :/

Sky had been heading out to visit Skye's garden that morning, in hopes of planting some herbs she'd picked the day before; just a little bit of Evening Primrose, a pretty yellow flower she'd uprooted near one of the rivers in the forest. It was a good little plant for various things, completely edible and it had a nice smell to it. That was part of the reason why Sky didn't mind carrying it, potted in a little clay pot, from her house to the other side of town to Skye's. Normally, she hated moving herbs, simply because they all carried a thick, heavy scent that would linger for hours afterward. Primrose wasn't as bad and she rather liked the smell, so she'd gladly hold on to it for a little while longer.

The girl had left early in the morning, about the time the leader's pups would've been awake for feeding, in hopes of catching Skye and Bangle both awake. It was to her great surprise that nearest one of the abandoned shops she spotted a... a cart? Wagon? A horse-drawn cart and a horse... joined by a small little fellow, a pup or young adolesent by the looks of it. One she'd never seen before. Ever curious, and being the pack's only medic, she decided to swing by and check it out.

Good morning. She greeted, keeping a smile on her face despite her suspicious nature. I don't think I've ever seen you around here before. Are you new to Thornbury? She wouldn't ask him if he were part of the pack, simply because she doubted anyone with a horse and wagon would be able to bypass the ever watchful members D'Arte now had. After what had happened with Argul, everyone who'd been there were watchful, if a bit paranoid. Including Sky, who was probably the worst of anyone when it came to her paranoia and suspicion around new members.

She stood a few feet from him, maybe three, with a slightly raised tail and a somewhat dangerous gleam in her eyes, despite the kind smile and friendly tone of voice. She held that dominant stance, one she'd grown used to over the months, waiting just a bit impatiently for an answer. All the while, that dark voice in the back of her head nagged at her. He's probably not alone. Pups never are. He smells of another. Neither he nor the horse smell of the pack. They're probably intruders... chase them away! She ignored it though, reasoning that they were probably guests or new members.

Suspicious Sky is Suspicious. >.>

The boy's bright response was enough to ease Sky's temper a bit, her tail easing into a held-up sway. I see. She glanced up at the sound of footfalls nearby, spotting the masked man in his cloak as he made his appearance. The boy's master, no doubt. She watched him with a sharp eye as he came to stand beside his apprentice, never speaking a word. That sway in her tail stopped and her guard came back up. ...what kind of luperci in his right mind would wear that heavy cloak and mask in the early summer? She cocked an eyebrow at him, but continued to be friendly.

I'm Sky Katruk, Cecatori D'Arte's medic. She'd always announce her co-rank first, being more proud of that than her 'songbird' rank. My clinic's nearby, She turned a bit to point it out, the brick and stone building visable from where she stood, just barely. ...and it's open to anyone who needs aid... She glanced down at the boy again, that glint returning. ...just in case you ever need the help. Her eyes went back to the taller, masked male.

Might I know your names? If you're new to the area, it's better to have a few people know you around here. We've had our share of trouble makers. The look in her eyes was intentional, as if she were warning them against becomming one of those trouble makers. She certainly looked capable of bringing down any who crossed her path the wrong way, with sharp claws and toned muscles showing through thick fur and long legs, despite her small size.

Maternal instincts > Suspicious Nature

Sky glanced up at Daemon as his younger companion made a sure note that he could use a medic. For a moment, concern flashed through her eyes. She was about to ask what for when the boy's hood fell down during his attempts to get Fion's attention. She caught on quickly, based off his bandages and those furless ears of his. Hairless? Probably not by birth or choice either. She remained quiet, her eyes not really leaving Daemon's hooded form, as Fion introduced the two of them and then went on to worry over the mention of trouble. She glanced down at him, finally, with a slight smile. Her offensive posture became calmer as she spoke.

Not if I have anything to say about it. Her tone was stern, though she meaned well. D'Arte's a place for equality and peace. We've had enough hardships this past winter and spring. If I find anyone's causing trouble with anyone, even guests or newcomers, I'll personally rip into them. To make a point, she clacked her teeth together, producing a rather sharp 'snap' sound. You and Daemon are safe here, as long as you don't intentionally cause trouble.

That out of the way, she looked back up to Daemon. Your fur's missing. She stated rather bluntly, though not accusingly. If it's troubling you, I can take a look and see if I have anything that can help. If his skin was sensitive, she had quite a few herbs that could help. If it hurt, she had pain killers. Infection was easy. She doubted being able to return his fur to him, if it hadn't just fallen out, but at least she could help him feel more comfortable.

That voice finally faded from her mind. These two were packmates. Family. Not people to be suspicious of, at least for the moment. Fion, the kid, was simply looking out for his friend Daemon, and the hooded Daemon was probably just trying to make a living... and a life for himself. What better place to do so than D'Arte's Thornbury?

Come to my cabin, little boy... ;D I've got candy.

Sky didn't really take much notice to the furless male's shy retreat at the snap of her jaws. If she did, then it was the other side of her that fed off that uncertain fear. She wasn't the nicest person anymore, not since Argul caused trouble for the pack, but at least she could pretend to be... so that dark side of her took a back seat as the youngster explained that Daemon couldn't cause trouble. I wonder what he means by that... She glanced back up at him, smiling just a bit coyly as he cut off his younger companion, proving that he could very much put things together in his mind and come up with a conclusion. Like... like a lowspeaker.

The idea crossed her mind. Maybe he'll do better with low speech. She'd learned enough about it in taking care of Casper and during her travels that she could probably get her point across if that were te case. When he held up the items, a belt, some pouches and a pair of boots, her interest peaked, ears perking and eyes flashing across each item. She switched the plant she held into one hand and reached out with the other, taking hold of one of the boots to look at it. She'd never actually seen luperci boots up close before... they looked oddly comfortable. Useful.

Did he make these himself, Fion? She didn't look at the pup to address him, and once she spoke, she looked up at Daemon with a smile, nodding, accepting the trade. The belt could prove more useful than my bag for herbs and medicines during everyday procedures, and the boots look nice... safer for when I'm cleaning the clinic, too, what with Casper getting into my piercing equipment at times. That damned goat already had his ear pierced because of it, though he didn't seem to mind the extra weight of the ring.

I have medicine that should help... She looked up at Daemon and nodded towards the direction of her house, aka, the clinic she ran, indicating for him to follow her there. He'll be fine if you want to stay here and watch your things. It won't take long. She looked down at Fion, smiling. It'll be warm out today. Maybe I can find something that'll help with keeping him cool under all that cloak. She smiled, sticking out her tongue (and in the process, showing off yet another piercing) playfully.

obby. xD

Sky couldn't help but smile at the pup's proud announcement that he'd helped with the pouches. They were fine little things, though a bit crude compared to what they made in New Brunswick back where she and Dusk grew up. Then again, she'd been too young to really remember the detail. When Fion agreed to stay behind, Sky was too busy watching Daemon as he watched her tongue. She kept the piercing out between her teeth to let him see, amused at his interest in it. Had he never seen a tongue piercing before? It wasn't common... but...

Her thoughts were cut off as Fion started up again, this time addressing her once more. She glanced down at him, the ball of her piercing still between her teeth. Finally she snapped her tongue back into her mouth fully and smiled. I don't see a problem with it, no. Go find Skye and tell her you're taking up shop and house whenever you get the chance. She should be fine with it. She paused, then smiled as she turned to start walking. There're stables nearby if you want to bunk down your horse, by the way. Better than keeping her lashed up to the wagon all day.

She waved a hand at Daemon for him to follow, flicking her tail in the same manner, calling a quick 'goodbye' to Fion. Should Daemon follow without much more prompting, she'd gladly smile at him. This was bound to be a strange meeting with the quiet, furless newcomer. She'd never really dealt with a mute before, none-less a mute without understanding of the common tongue. Can you speak, Daemon? She decided to get that much out of the way at least.

Skulls. ._.

His vocal cords worked, at least. Not very well, but they worked. I can work with that. She started going over the various medicines she had, wondering which ones might work to heal a damaged throat. In the meantime, she'd have to find out how he got this way. In order to do that, though, she'd have to speak to him in a way he'd understand. For a moment, she wished Fion could've come, but she had things to do today and waiting for the little pup to repack their wares wasn't something she felt like waiting for.

I'll help you speak again. She smiled, tail swishing. It would take some time but she'd find a way, even if it meant teaching him (and herself) sign language. Now, I think my best bet will be to read up on herbal treatments first. If he's burned or scarred, though... I may have to do surgery to fix it properly. She glanced over at him, wondering if he'd ever agree to that sort of ordeal.

The reached her clinic in fair time. The general look of the house was inviting and friendly, with a backyard extending out to the side of the house, fenced in... with a goat in it. The little black and white animal came bouncing up to the fence gleefully when he spotted his owner and Sky smiled. Have you been guarding our house, Casper? As she walked past the fence, she stuck and arm inside to gently scratch the goat behind the ears before trotting up to her front porch.

The deck itself was far less inviting than the rest of the house. Beside the front steps on the railing, she'd set up a display of sorts. Three skulls, one fox and two rabbits, painted with dark red to look as if they were bleeding from the eyes. The fox skull, set up in the middle, sported extra dark red symbols. All three were set up with their noses facing the ground, held up with thick sticks nailed into them and the wood. Barbed wire, now rusted and old, wrapped around the display threateningly.

Sky paid it no mind. Instead, with a friendly wave of her tail and a smile, she unlocked the front door and waved him in, as if the gorey display didn't exist.

Daemon is sooo adorable. D: I wanna hug him.

The front door led into a hallway with two archways on either side and a staircase at the end leading up to the bedrooms. The right doorway led into the living room, where various chairs and a couch could easily be seen, the scent of a recently put-out fire indicating that there was a fireplace to be found in there also. The left doorway led into a dining room with a fine wooden table and another doorway leading into what was once a modern-looking kitchen now used for preparing food and cleaning dishes. The hallway they stood in only had a few things in it; a closet area, a nice rug, a cabinet of some kind and some very nice paintings added directly to the once off-white walls. The floors were made of wood, clearly added recently due to the smooth, unworn texture. Stains of red could be seen in some areas, suggesting something violent had happened here once before. Overall though, the place was inviting and comfortable, even if it smelt like a vet’s clinic more than a home.

When Daemon pulled back his hood and removed his mask, Sky perked an interested ear. I... didn’t realize it was so extreme. Her eyes glanced across his face, glancing at the welt there on his face for a split second. ...was that from the same incident? Her mind pondered many things, wondering mostly what had happened to him. She guessed maybe a fire, since as far as she knew, acid wasn’t readily available to most luperci societies. Then again, she could’ve been wrong.

Curiosity got the better of her and she approached slowly, keeping it cool and friendly, caring even. Gently, if he let her, she lifted a hand to ever-so-gently brush her fingers across his face, following the direction his fur would’ve gone had it not been burned away. (Assuming he allowed this...) The slightly leathery feel made her stomach twist uncomfortably. Admittedly, she’d never really dealt with such things before. Mostly she’d helped with birth and broken bones. She’d helped someone out of a coma once, but this was something entirely different. This would require tender, careful care and attention, not just a soft bed and some food and water.

A determined look flashed in her eyes, like cold fire. She brought her hand down and nodded to herself. Before her hand reached her side again, she paused to gently try and touch his neck. She paused, looking up at him for permission and to assure him she wouldn’t hurt him, then brought a second hand up and gently, though a bit firmly, feel around, checking for anything that shouldn’t have been there, or for anything missing. She couldn’t see any cut lines, so it was safe to assume that it had been the burning that had taken his voice away. That made things a bit easier... and it brought her spirits up. I can fix it. She murmured. If I can’t, I don’t deserve to be this pack’s medic. Her incentive was good for her, taking her stubborn personality and strong will into account. Sky was convinced that she could do this. All she had to do was try.