aworldforusall | Big Wolf, Big Problem

Entry tags:

fluttershy,
remiel

Big Wolf, Big Problem

WHO: Remi and Fluttershy
WHERE: Remi's Forest, outside Birchpointe
WHEN: A time long past
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
WARNINGS: little bit of blood in the opening here

"A werewolf can't heal from silver."

The words of the hunter echoed in the werewolf's mind as his eyes opened to a sky filled with stars. Remiel lay on his side, breathing heavily as blood seeped from a wound to his ribs. He silently cursed himself for letting that hunter get away - nothing in this forest could simply be taken, as if it were mere sport. He was their protector, and that hunter had overcome him.

"I'm sorry..."

The huge wolf's softly whimpered words stirred sleeping birds, prowling owls, and small nocturnal rodents scurrying about on the forest floor. After so long under his protection, even if he scared them, they couldn't let it end like this. They were going to find whoever they could to get him help. It wouldn't be long before the whole forest was abuzz with worry.

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Hearing him awaken, she quickly goes to his side, gently urging him to lie back down.

"O-Oh, careful...Y-Your wound hasn't completely healed yet..."

When she touches him, Remi grunts, but lets her push him to his back.

"And it won't...for a long while..." he breathes, removing his hand from the injury. "But you..."

He looks at her carefully, his yellow eyes examining her as if he could see more than just the way she appears, before a calm look of puzzlement replaces the soul-piercing gaze. "...Why...?"

"I know...it'll take some time...B-But you will get better, don't worry..."

His question has her confused for a moment. "Wh-Why not...? You were injured...Y-You needed help...Wh-Why wouldn't I...?"

He sighs at her initial answer, but doesn't respond till she asks a question of her own.

"Most spirits...would leave me be..." Other spirits and magical creatures couldn't possibly tell if a werewolf had been wounded by silver, and their ability to regenerate from normal wounds is well known.

"...But...if you weren't..." His breath fails him, sending him into a coughing fit - which makes him grimace in pain as his ribs expand and retract under the bandages.

She winces a little as he starts coughing, and tries her best to make him comfortable.

"Shh...You should save your strength and get some rest..."

Rasping, he nods, softly whimpering again. It's a minute or so before he can breathe well again. He looks like he's about to speak, but then shakes his head, rejecting the idea. Better to wait until he can talk properly.

She smiles, and she can't help gently petting the top of his head in hopes it would help soothe him.

"Are you hungry...?"

"I shouldn't...eat...yet..."

Carefully, he tries to deepen his breathing. His body can regenerate from hunger, if it has to, so it's better that he leaves his ribs to do as little work as possible.

"Mm...a-all right..."

She's silent for a moment.

"I-Is...there anything I can do...?"

"You've..."

He feels his throat getting scratchy, and then blinks.

"...Water..." he answers after a moment. His mouth is dry, and the loss of blood has dehydrated him. With water, he might be able to regain his strength sooner.

She nods. "O-Of course..."

Calling some of the animals to watch over him while she's gone, Fluttershy hurries to find a stream she'd heard about earlier.

A chipmunk scurries up to Remiel's nose as he waits for the spirit to return with water. The little thing nudges him once, then looks right at him.

Are you going to be okay? it seems to ask.

Remiel smiles just a little, then nods slowly. I'll live, the gesture answers. Did you all find her for me?

The chipmunk nods, looking very proud. We made sure she was the best around.

A sigh of relief, a deep breath, then, finally, Remiel seems to relax his shoulders, which he hadn't even noticed were so tense. Maybe I don't scare you all as much as I thought.

Remiel laughs a little at the chipmunk's chittering response and broad miming act. You're scary all right, but you're the one who keeps us all safe.

A moment later, she returns and kneels beside him, holding a pouch to his mouth.

"Here..."

He closes his lips around it, drinking only a little at first, wary that he may start coughing again if he rushes. Just enough for a few small swallows, then he stops.

"Thank you," he says, his voice a little stronger now.

She nods a little. "You're welcome..."

Then she drapes the rest of her cloak over him, as if tucking him in.

"Rest now..."

Remiel doesn't need the cloak with his fur, but the warmth of the gesture does more than the cloak itself does. That same little chipmunk chooses that moment to snuggle into the thick fur around the werewolf's shoulders.

"...Who will...protect them?" Remiel asks, finding a new worry.

She blinks a bit, looking around at some of the animals there. It was clear to see that they depended on him, perhaps more than they themselves realized.

She held out a hand, and a bird took the chance to land on her finger.

"...I will...I...I-I might not be able to do much, but...I-I'll try my best..."

"...You...will?"

Seeing the bird land on her eases his worries some, and he lets himself drift off to sleep one more time.

She smiles, staying with him as she lets him rest most of the time, although she does wander out sometimes, just to make sure the animals are all right, and that there aren't others around who might hurt him.

But she even then she stays close by, wanting to be there in case he woke up and needed anything.

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