howlingkit
one last song
Howlingkit. Howlingkit. It'll take a bit to get used to, but she doesn't hate it. The surprise had been... well, surprising. But she trusts the adults in her life implicitly. She has to. If she doesn't - if she can't - then who is she to trust?
Gilded paws scuff over the ground in the medicine den. She spent many long days here, her maw swathed in so many sour and bitter poultices that she thinks she can't taste anything anymore. It's been a few days since she was allowed to sleep in the nursery again - a blessing in of itself, as she missed her dad and Pricklekit - but she had to promise to Jinglemoon that she would stop by his den daily so that he could check on her recovery. No longer does she have a swath of cobwebs holding her bones together, at least. That had been a sticky, uncomfortable treatment to bear, only for her jaw to remain at it's awkward angle. Well... she trusts it did something, as, again, she can only harbor trust in the adults.
"Jinnngle-mm..oonn," she draws out his name, still unused to the odd way her tongue presses into the side of her mouth. It's an active effort to realign it, but at least she hasn't lost most of her speech. If anything, it's just extra steps to figure it out. "I... ahh... look... g-ood?" Howlingkit asks, hoping for him to say that her injury is healing fine, rather than any other horrible alternative.
@Jinglemoon
Gilded paws scuff over the ground in the medicine den. She spent many long days here, her maw swathed in so many sour and bitter poultices that she thinks she can't taste anything anymore. It's been a few days since she was allowed to sleep in the nursery again - a blessing in of itself, as she missed her dad and Pricklekit - but she had to promise to Jinglemoon that she would stop by his den daily so that he could check on her recovery. No longer does she have a swath of cobwebs holding her bones together, at least. That had been a sticky, uncomfortable treatment to bear, only for her jaw to remain at it's awkward angle. Well... she trusts it did something, as, again, she can only harbor trust in the adults.
"Jinnngle-mm..oonn," she draws out his name, still unused to the odd way her tongue presses into the side of her mouth. It's an active effort to realign it, but at least she hasn't lost most of her speech. If anything, it's just extra steps to figure it out. "I... ahh... look... g-ood?" Howlingkit asks, hoping for him to say that her injury is healing fine, rather than any other horrible alternative.
@Jinglemoon