Ozias had made it to the lake. If he had been in a calmer frame of mind he might have appreciated the quiet lapping sound and the rain pattering the surface. Or he might have dipped his badly bitten leg into the water to clean it. The rain had washed some of the blood away, causing him to leave diluted droplets of blood behind him on the way here.
Ozias was not calm. Ozias had gotten into his first fight and maybe helped murder a guy or maybe he was still alive and screaming and Ozias was really just NOT OKAY AT ALL.
“Herbs, okay, herbs for Gareth.” He muttered, frantically grabbing some water weed at the lake’s edge, then dropping it. “Ozias you don’t know any herbs. Felicity. Find Felicity first. FELICITY!” He yowled, but not as loudly as it sounded to his own ears.
He was a little light headed from the bloodloss, not to mention the shock of seeing a wolf getting eaten in front of him. That guy, he hadn’t been a good wolf, that much was for sure. But being eaten alive - and Ozi himself had HELPED Gareth do it.
If only he had Cian with his capable air and the way he always knew what to do and how to handle any situation. If only he had his mother and her herbs and her logical reassurances. But it was just him. Ozias. Completely lost, the black male squeezed both eyes shut, mumbling in a clearly stressed voice. “Herbs… Felicity… Gareth… Cian… Felicity… Mom...”
Jun 12, 2018 09:16 AM
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