pouring salt in open wounds // kydobi

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RAMONA LINGRÉ

✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN

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her gaze flicked to him before nodding back to her den, beginning the trip back inside to what little comfort she could take from this. "sorry ...", she murmured upon hearing how busy he was. tail drooping as she padded into the den, she exhaled shakily. maybe she shouldn't say? but that would make him angrier, when he found her scent trail leading from the territory.

eyes wandering to the jian leaning against the wall, she keened gently. her eldest brother's sword. "the urgent thing isn't going to make you happy,  kydobi. I'm not getting better. its been days since i got attackee. ive heard those in the den, the cat had rabies. the other one did too, more than likely. aine is sweet and all, and as are those who have medical knowledge but none of them ... have ever faced rabies before." she began.

"we have no healer here. I'm getting worse and i know my ear is bad. i can smell it. i need to go to a healer. one that we know wont hurt us. our best net is the typhoon."

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✯ — FEMALE. THE PITT. MODERATE. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.