Xola || 6 || Female || Wolf || Eastern Medic || M: Hondo, Sundown, Violet, Oreithya (Ind), Hymir, Icicle, River, Killjoy (Ind)
The medic sighed in relief at the male’s initial response. Good. That was good. Those “love birds” of hers had already finished up what was left of his lighter wounds. She’d have to thank them again later. Even if one of them was her apprentice and thus had healing as her literal job. She deserved the thanks and praises she was bound to get, as did her son.
The night-fallen wolf lifts her from its downwards position, smiling down at him with a soft look with a hint of an apologetic notion for her earlier actions. Stress dissipates from her form – shoulders relaxing and face losing its tense appearance. One less wolf to worry about, even if she would be forced to keep an eye on him for the next upcoming days. As well as… multiple others. But, that wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle! She had her apprentice after all. It should be rather easy.
“Well, that’s good to hear. I’m glad my son and apprentice took such good care of your wounds. Is there anything else you would li-”
The brindle’s words gave her pause… before pouring a rush of shock and embarrassment over her entire body. Blush – or what could only be described as such – rushed to her cheeks, her fur standing up to rather high degrees. She reels backwards a step with pinned ears, showing extreme uncertainty about the whole situation. Her tail tucked slightly underneath and her eyes were constantly shifting, looking anywhere but at male before her.
She… didn’t know what to make of the whole exchange. They had just met! Hell, she didn’t even know his name! Not to mention that she had been a bit cross with him earlier. Surely he didn’t think that much of her this soon.
It’s probably just the blood loss making him act this way, she tells herself, I can’t imagine anyone gaining interest in someone who they knew so little about.
However, she didn’t wish to squash any hope of his – if this was a real flirtatious statement and not just some blood loss-induced remark, anyway. She… wouldn’t mind giving him a chance by trying to get to know him better. But, there would be no relationship unless he proved to her that he was the right one.
The dark coated females finally grants him some sort of response, laughing as nervously as possible. “O-oh. I-I’m sure… that won’t be needed. Though, if that is how you feel… I can get my apprentice to look you over? If not, I could get you something, perhaps? Food? Herbs? Or I could simply speak with you for a while?”
She listens to his response with constantly moving ears. The embarrassment remained stirring in her heart as he did, but the “blush” from before had died down to a great degree. Though, she still couldn’t meet his eyes again. Just yet.
Xola nods her head at his response, and tells him that she would be “right back.” She needed to think things over, and the best way to do that was work. Turning around, she goes to check on Killjoy but stops in her tracks before she could even set her gaze upon him. The rustling of vines could just barely be heard over all the commotion in the den.
Looking towards the entrance, she spies a rather young fellow entering her den. His eyes were a pretty mix of blues and yellows. Warm too, almost like that of the sun in the sky. In his mouth were various types of herbs, some of which she was in desperate need of. She looks on as he slinks towards Ore and begins to whisper to her. The Eastern Medic’s own apprentice slips in right after him, much to her glee.
Apprentice, maybe? He was carrying herbs…
Deciding to approach the new wolf, she pads over towards the other medic – offering her apprentice a ‘thank you’ as she did – and chooses to stand in front of him with a lax and gentle stance. She did remain at her full height, though. Being around the size of the wintery medic herself. At his introduction, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of affection at his anxious and shy approach. She offers him a soft smile in an attempt to ease his anxiety.
“Hello, young one. I’m Xola. The wolf who just walked in after you is my apprentice, Violet. And Mr. Sarcastic over there,” she jabs her tail in her son’s direction before dropping it, “is my son, Hymir. Now, if you don’t mind, could you help Ore or Violet with their tasks? We could use all the paws we can get.”
The charcoal painted wolf could hear the interactions of Violet and Hymir behind her. Both equally as flirtatious, despite their earlier protests. Her smile shifts in a wider and slightly mischievous one as she glances over her shoulder at the two lovestruck canines. Their actions were utterly adorable. It took her quite a bit of restraint not to intervene and “accidently” bump one into the other. But, remembering the look her son gave her earlier, she chooses not to. She’d leave this to him… for now. However, that didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to do anything at all.
Meeting her son’s gaze (right when she was sure Violet couldn’t see her) and grants him a look of her own. It was a mix of the stereotypical “really?” and “what are you waiting for? Ask her!” She leaves him with his expression for a second to two, before eventually dropping it in order to keep her apprentice from spying it as well.
Turning back to the young apprentice from a moment earlier, she excuses herself to finally go and check on Killjoy… only to be stopped by her son now addressing her. At his words, she nods and grants him a proud grin. “Of course, little crow. I’ll be fine from-”
Something mostly light and fluffy hopped onto her back without warning, cutting off her response. She jolts forward just a hair at the contact, but not enough to knock the offender off. The hair along her neck, shoulders, and spine immediately stood on end – expecting some soft of bite force to soon be applied… but none came.
Instead, the sound of cackling laughter rang through her ears, causing them to stand straight up. Looking back as best she could, she tries to get a glance of the offending “attacker.” On her back as a small… fox?
Since when did foxes jump onto wolves for no reason?
The smaller canine stood out like a sore thumb against the medic’s dark coat. So, it wasn’t very hard to see her – despite the awkward position of her neck.
“Oh. Hello there, little one,” she offers her a soft smile in hopes that she wouldn’t scare her.
Xola watches as the smaller canine hops off her back and towards River who… to say she was unimpressed would be an understatement. She stares at the now sitting female before her, just barely acknowledging the fact that she had protectively put a paw around the fox. She offers them both a look of inquiry, ignoring their exchange of words
Coming closer to the two, she gently noses the white and silver female’s neck, “Please, River, you mustn’t get up yet. You may not be as injured as some of the others in the den, but I will not have you up like this.”
The night coated female doesn’t stop her pestering until she has the female laying on her side. With a look of approval at her now position, she turns to the blindly white fox snuggled up next her. Their similar coats made it slightly difficult to pick her out amongst the wolf’s fur, but she managed.
Letting out a quiet chuckle, she addresses the fox, “That was some stunt you pulled, little one. I hadn’t been expecting it. Praytell, why did you jump on me in the first place? Not that I mind. I’ve never properly met a fox before, so I’m quite curious about your intentions and overall existence.”
She listens to her response intently as well as any that may have come from River. Her eyes shone in curiosity as the fluffy canine spoke. Honestly, she was half tempted to ask her “cousin” more about her species, but decided against it. Such curious conversations could wait. As of right now, she had a job to do.
“Well, thank you both for answering, but I am afraid that I have another wolf to deal with. Now, if you don’t mind-”
She stops in her turn at the sight before her. Killjoy. Gone. Again. A full on growl nearly lept from her throat, but she managed to keep an iron-clasp grip on it. Her ears pin back in utter fury and she huffs out a harsh breath. Her striking eyes flare like a raging wildfire, ready to tear the forest (and that nest in particular) a new one.
“Oh, Hymir,” she calls, not moving to look over at him, “I actually do have one last favor to ask of you, before you apologize – which you will be doing. Could you find that… precious alpha of ours and bring him back. Drag him by the ear if you have to. I wish to have a word with him.” 
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