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Now panting VERY hard, he lay down. He was worried. Too worried for his old self. "There might be, but there is also a VERY large chance that something bad has happened." He felt like a pup, being so worried. That set him off to worrying about his own pups that Idess was going to have. That made him even more frantic. Trying to calm as Myror had told him to, he tried to shut his eyes and take a nap.

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I rested my body next to hom, hoping a steady heartbeat would help. I licked his ears like a mother would a worried pup and rested next to him, my eyes and ears alert to watch for danger or the hopes of the rest of the pack. I kept my perch and licked his ears again, trying to make him take a soft nap. His wounds needed to stay healing and if he kept runnning it would risk infection.

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Deman slept. He dreamed. He dreamed of the pack. He dreamed that they were all hiding. He knew it was not possible that they would hide on him. He had this weird feeling that would not go away. Everything was different. Where had his pack gone to? Where had his mate gone to? Where had his friends gone to? He was getting even more worried. It was not like them just to walk off like they had. Let alone vanish.

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[[Sorry guys, had no idea this thread was here lol!]]

Sabine had been ambushed by three wolves, two males and a female, all of whom had tried to fight with her, though for no real reason. Her fur was matted with blood, her own mostly, with a few deep cuts over her shoulders, nothing that would kill her, but still, relatively painful. Her chest heaved as she panted, her head hung low as she walked slowly over the border of her territory, towards where Deman was with his new slave, unaware of the fact that they were both there.

She felt her back legs start to give out due to exhaustion as she just made it to the both of them, looking over the sleeping form of Deman curiously. Her eyes quickly moved to the fae next to him, presumably a slave, and she supposed he was with her till she was accepted into the pack. Collapsing to the floor, she didn't bother to hide her physical exhaustion, and so she laid her head flatly on the ground, her paws out flat either side of her head, her chest and stomach still heaving as she breathed heavily, eyebrows questioning Demon's sleeping form silently.

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[[Thanks Pan!]]

Deman awoke and saw Sabine coming from the woods. He dashed over to her. "What happened?" He nuzzled her. He looked over at Myror and motioned for her to come over and take care of her wounds. "Myror here will treat your wounds." He stepped back and let Myror work her magic. At least Sabine and the rest of the pack were OK. He was very worried about them. Now he was so much more releived.

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I looked at the wolf, this must be Sabine. I dipped my head in greetings than ran off into the woods, returning with a bunch of marigold, some thyme and some poppyseeds. I pressed the thyme and poppyseeds near her mouth. Signaling her with my tail to eat, to keep calm and let her rest easier. I bit into the marigolds and chewed them in my mouth. Slowly but surly they changed into a poltuce. I spat them out and soon had my paw rubbing it on the many wounds. I took a large piece and placed it on the cuts in the shoulder. It would keep from infection. I turned and ran off again, returning with a little purple plant in which I rubbed on the large cuts, it would make it feel cold, but it would also make the pain ebb.

" I am Myror as Deman already said. Please eat those herbs infront of you."

I took the leftover marigold and put a light dusting on Deman's wounds. His didn't smell like infection, but the marigold would soon wear off from before.