Post by Dyzzie on Feb 17, 2015 3:01:00 GMT -5
Tag: Roselocke <3 hehe I found a title
Sorrel stretched as she slowly woke, shifting away from the tom carefully to avoid waking him. Her tail whisked delicately through the air before glancing back at the male whom she'd been helping to get better. It was a constant cycle, repeated twice a day. The - to keep him sleeping, resting, healing. The Poultice and goldenrod juice to fight pain, infection, and heal him faster. And finally - lastly - the cobwebs to hold it all in place. And slowly she was seeing the wounds heal up. And for the firs ttime in a few days, a few weeks, she ventured far enough away (with out drugging him asleep first) to hunt. The snow dampened her copper-tinted pelt, the ticking becoming a darker brown against the golden tones as she shivered against the fur, the lengthy - feathered fur helping her to keep warm. Her muzzle parted delicate, to aid in catching the scent, before she was instantly hunting.
It took only mere moments before she'd found the prey, and it was only a little while longer before she had caught up to it, leapt, and bit down on the small, underfed rabbit. Carrying the breakfast back, the shy female made her way to the male she'd left for a few brief moments, hoping to find him still asleep. She had no desire to see him go into a panic, thinking she'd run off. Not like she'd be able to suceed in getting away anyways - she believed him completely when he vowed to always chase her. To always go after her. Besides, at the moment, he needed her help. She brought the rabbit back into the clearing they'd been staying in since she'd started to treat him, her tail draped low, and ears back as she looked towards him, before bringing the rabbit towards him, and gently setting it down for him to eat. She hunted for him first. He needed the protien to get better anyways. She often lied about eating earlier to make him eat first, but she always waited until he was drugged and she could hunt down the herbs needed for the nexxt day before feeding herself.
Sorrel stretched as she slowly woke, shifting away from the tom carefully to avoid waking him. Her tail whisked delicately through the air before glancing back at the male whom she'd been helping to get better. It was a constant cycle, repeated twice a day. The - to keep him sleeping, resting, healing. The Poultice and goldenrod juice to fight pain, infection, and heal him faster. And finally - lastly - the cobwebs to hold it all in place. And slowly she was seeing the wounds heal up. And for the firs ttime in a few days, a few weeks, she ventured far enough away (with out drugging him asleep first) to hunt. The snow dampened her copper-tinted pelt, the ticking becoming a darker brown against the golden tones as she shivered against the fur, the lengthy - feathered fur helping her to keep warm. Her muzzle parted delicate, to aid in catching the scent, before she was instantly hunting.
It took only mere moments before she'd found the prey, and it was only a little while longer before she had caught up to it, leapt, and bit down on the small, underfed rabbit. Carrying the breakfast back, the shy female made her way to the male she'd left for a few brief moments, hoping to find him still asleep. She had no desire to see him go into a panic, thinking she'd run off. Not like she'd be able to suceed in getting away anyways - she believed him completely when he vowed to always chase her. To always go after her. Besides, at the moment, he needed her help. She brought the rabbit back into the clearing they'd been staying in since she'd started to treat him, her tail draped low, and ears back as she looked towards him, before bringing the rabbit towards him, and gently setting it down for him to eat. She hunted for him first. He needed the protien to get better anyways. She often lied about eating earlier to make him eat first, but she always waited until he was drugged and she could hunt down the herbs needed for the nexxt day before feeding herself.