03-19-2018, 11:24 AM
Jacob had been out on a walk. He wasn't paying much attention to where his paws took him. He didn't intend to be out for long. He just knew he had to keep stretching his legs. Technically, he wasn't sure if taking scheduled walks helped or hurt his damaged legs but he had to be doing something right since he hadn't had them stop responding in a few days, which a miracle in itself, especially after the long journey he and Jersey had endured to get to this place. He thought maybe the cold helped his joints but he wasn't too sure about that either. It certainly lessened his pain and, according to his books, it was supposed to help.
However, his nice little walk was soon disrupted by horrible winds and snow being thrown in his face. He began to turn away with the intent to get back to camp to hide away and wait for it all to be over. Then he noticed something. The tiny body, the feathers, the blood. A bird. Jacob had owned a bird once and he absolutely adored it (though it'd been quite ab it of work to keep the others from eating it, which Jersey threatened to do on a regular basis). He'd found it with a broken wing, likely from falling out of the one of the nests near the buildings he called home. He took it in, nursed it back to health, and from that day on it stayed with him at all times. That is, until it'd come time to move away. It'd almost been harder to leave behind that little bird than his babbo (not that he'd ever tell Vito that).
So, the canine rushed to the bird, concern in his gaze as he began to pull supplies out of his bag. "Don't ya' worry, I can take care ah' ya'," he murmured. He knew it wouldn't be able to understand him but maybe talking would help keep it calm. "'M name's Jacob n' this is gonna make ya' feel all better but i's gonna hurt a li'l at first," he hummed, moving forward, gently attempting set up his paw so it wouldn't be able to run away as he used his other paw to apply some marigold paste, which would hopefully keep away any infection from the cuts that covered it. Then he began to prepare some bandages, which he'd need to use after he set the wing back in the right place.
However, his nice little walk was soon disrupted by horrible winds and snow being thrown in his face. He began to turn away with the intent to get back to camp to hide away and wait for it all to be over. Then he noticed something. The tiny body, the feathers, the blood. A bird. Jacob had owned a bird once and he absolutely adored it (though it'd been quite ab it of work to keep the others from eating it, which Jersey threatened to do on a regular basis). He'd found it with a broken wing, likely from falling out of the one of the nests near the buildings he called home. He took it in, nursed it back to health, and from that day on it stayed with him at all times. That is, until it'd come time to move away. It'd almost been harder to leave behind that little bird than his babbo (not that he'd ever tell Vito that).
So, the canine rushed to the bird, concern in his gaze as he began to pull supplies out of his bag. "Don't ya' worry, I can take care ah' ya'," he murmured. He knew it wouldn't be able to understand him but maybe talking would help keep it calm. "'M name's Jacob n' this is gonna make ya' feel all better but i's gonna hurt a li'l at first," he hummed, moving forward, gently attempting set up his paw so it wouldn't be able to run away as he used his other paw to apply some marigold paste, which would hopefully keep away any infection from the cuts that covered it. Then he began to prepare some bandages, which he'd need to use after he set the wing back in the right place.
[glow=black,2,300]a beauty calm and clear[/glow]
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