[FLASHBACK]Wounded, and slowing dying... [Solo]

[Kaja]

I Season of Spring Day 36, 511 AV The young pup was not doing well. The little first aid she had got from her rescuer she had left behind and herself was not doing well. Her leg pained her all the time, and she could barely walk, and she knew that there was a smell coming from it. She felt hot all the time, and she got weaker and weaker as the days went on. She followed a little deer trail hoping that men had also used it. Maybe it would lead her to a quite place to die she thought. She hated that she had failed her parents, pack, and brothers. She had not been the strong female pup they had thought she was. She had allowed herself to be attacked by a bear, and her lack of attention to survival had now killer her in her mind. She stumbled along in the shirt the young bowmen had given her a few days before, she was getting so tired. She leaned on a tree, and then she saw it off in the distance a possible savior, or at least a better place to die then the open forest. She rested a bit more, and then moved forward, her mantra now was, 'One more step, one more step....' She kept her eye on her prize the little wooden cabin with the smoke rising from it's chimney. It seemed to loom in front of her always moving backwards like it had legs and was taunting her, but it was only her feverish brain, and the fact that every step made her legs that much heavier. She moved slowly ever inching, and finally it seemed she was getting closer to her goal.

[Kaja]

I The old woman heard a thud outside her door and hobbled out toward the door. She opened the door and Kaja lay outside on her door stoop. The old woman was old and feeble there was no way she was going to be able to drag the injured young woman in. Katzi wondered what had happened to her, where she had come from, but for now she was going to have to leave her where she lay and try to attend her best she could until her great grandson came to look on her. Kaja had past out the last step the pain, fever, and weakness finally taking a hold of her. She had fallen with a thud on the front stoop before she had even got the chance to knock on the door of the cabin. When she finally came too again she was laying on a little makeshift cot, she had a cloth on her forehead, and there was a sweet smelling scent all around her. She blinked her eyes lazily, and tried to focus to figure out where she was. She remembered walking, walking walking, but she couldn't remember at the moment what the goal had been. Her head finally moved slowly around to take in more of her surroundings. She was in a cabin sparsely decorated, a few things chair, table, a few decorative things, and the sweet smell of herbs, meat cooking, and a roaring fire. It was very warm in here, and as she looked around she saw a tall young man walking toward her he was sweating. "She's awake Great Nona..." He called out as he came more toward her and smiled down at her. "My Nona is always cold, she is old so sorry for the fire on such a hot day, but I do what she says because she loves me so, and I love her. I am her great grandson." He looked to be about her age, well her age in human years. She nodded her head slowly, everything came to her sluggishly -- this was the house she had seen and walked to try to get to. The old woman tottered in she smiled her toothless smile, and said in her creaky, soft voice from age, "Well the young one is awake!" She looked at her great grandson, and continued speaking to him some more, "Is that meat done you caught today? What about that warm water, and herbs I asked you for?" His named Loran, and he nodded his head, "Yes, Nona, the herbs are on the kitchen table, and the water is boiling after the meat is cooked, it is almost done." Katzi patted Loran's arm, it was all she could touch he was so much taller then her in her stooped form that age had given her. She had been a tall, beautiful woman in her prime, but now as age does it had taken it all away, but the old woman held nothing against the passage of time or what it had done to her. She would always smile, and laugh saying that the gods around them has blessed her with long life to see so much in her life.

[Kaja]

I The old woman Katzi was no healer to say the least, just a woman who couldn't let a young one die because she was not the wisest in first aid. She knew enough from her long years, a little of herbs, and a little of sewing. One had to know a little of first aid when they were a mother, sometimes one didn't have enough money to spend on a healer. She was by no means a good sewer she would have a nasty scar, and have to work hard to be able to walk without a limp. Kaja seemed determined enough to come back from both the desease that had tried to seep into her body, and to walk without a limp. The herbs, poultice, and cold washcloths had worked after a few days, and Kaja was finally strong enough to be able to walk around for a few hours a day when Loran was about. Loran always was around though, it became obvious to Kaja that Loran was devoted to her. It was quite cute for her to watch, and she only wished she had a long life to live, she would probably just live long enough to possibly see her offspring grow up if that. It saddened her a bit to think that her life was so fragile while the humans was so strong, and could be long lived. Her Kelvic blood, and the species she was held her back from having a long life of any kind. However, she was not going to die yet, she was healing slowly, and as soon as she was able she would press on toward Endrykas. She had went through two close calls in her life, she hoped that this would be her last.