03-29-2020, 10:49 PM
Alaric had been one of the lucky ones, he supposed. Thus far in his life, the tabby had not been burdened with a life-altering disease, something he was quite thankful for. He'd taken note, however, that many creatures who were similarly undeterred by any conditions, whether it be mental or physical, often took their health for granted. It was also not his place to care about that, nor was it his responsibility to chastise those creatures for their flippancy.
Presently Alaric was partaking in yet another solo foray into the marsh in search of particularly rare herbs. His efforts were proving to be mostly unsuccessful, not that it really mattered all that much. He had no reason nor desire to harvest the herb, he wanted merely to observe it, as diagrams and hand-drawn sketches only did so much for curious minds such as his.
As such, the tabby did not miss Caustic's voice, which, at this moment, sounded rather concerned. For what, though? With his interests piqued, Alaric sought out the distant sounds, eventually coming upon a gathering of sorts.
On the ground was a tiny orange kit who appeared to be struggling for her breath, and gathered near her were Dr. Caustic, Aurum, and the tyke that had been the first to stop him on his way into Tanglewood proper. Upon taking notice of the way the kitten was gasping desperately to fill her lungs, his mind instantly began running through the respiratory diseases that he had studied thus far. Of course, medical training and medical reading were completely different things of two totally different calibers, and so his diagnosis would not mean much compared to that of Moth's or Selby's, who also happened to be the child's parents. He'd choose to bite his tongue in this case, not wanting to offer a remedy that would only make the situation worse.
Presently Alaric was partaking in yet another solo foray into the marsh in search of particularly rare herbs. His efforts were proving to be mostly unsuccessful, not that it really mattered all that much. He had no reason nor desire to harvest the herb, he wanted merely to observe it, as diagrams and hand-drawn sketches only did so much for curious minds such as his.
As such, the tabby did not miss Caustic's voice, which, at this moment, sounded rather concerned. For what, though? With his interests piqued, Alaric sought out the distant sounds, eventually coming upon a gathering of sorts.
On the ground was a tiny orange kit who appeared to be struggling for her breath, and gathered near her were Dr. Caustic, Aurum, and the tyke that had been the first to stop him on his way into Tanglewood proper. Upon taking notice of the way the kitten was gasping desperately to fill her lungs, his mind instantly began running through the respiratory diseases that he had studied thus far. Of course, medical training and medical reading were completely different things of two totally different calibers, and so his diagnosis would not mean much compared to that of Moth's or Selby's, who also happened to be the child's parents. He'd choose to bite his tongue in this case, not wanting to offer a remedy that would only make the situation worse.
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