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A stich in time would saves nine? There was nothing that anyone could have done to save her from this. Now how many stiches would it take to heal these wounds? Or would Rosencrantz be left with the ugly scars of loss for the rest of her time here on earth? Being a medic, the wolf knew how to heal all sorts of ailments and traumas but this was something far beyond her comfort zone. Death itself, and all its effects.
Still the days rolled on in their twenty –four cycles but the circle of life’s sides had gone wonky and now Rosencrantz had navigate them all over again. For what purpose she did not know but, something deep inside made her carry on. Maybe it was Elarilly trying to tell her that there was still something here for her. What that was the wolf still had no idea but here she was, taking the path of existence in small baby steps and hoping that they may lead her to some better place.
For now she had solemn duty; to look after the lost soul that was in the ward. ‘Lost’ was definitely the right way of putting it; the poor newcomer didn’t seem to have a clue as to who he was or how he got here. He was weak, very weak in fact and he might have been unconscious for days. At least he was very thin and lacked any sort of restorative energy. As it had been said before the stranger was to be her distraction whether either of them liked it or not; after all, he was the first injury they had had for a very long while and Rosencrantz had always enjoyed looking after people, no matter who they were.
That was how she came to be doing what she was. The wolf had taken it upon herself, while she thought the stranger slept, to go out into the forest and freshen up the supplies and resources that they needed within the ward. That included some kill, a great amount of herbs but also some wild flowers that would help brighten that ancient hall with the colors of the forest. She made sure to watch her tread though and not stray too far for, as her mate’s death had reminded her, there were many dangers within this otherwise peaceful territory that could not be taken on the chin.
But, to a place she knew well she did go. Her late mate, Rangi Mahali, had always liked secrets and so Rosencrantz had wandered to one in order to unravel some of her own. His aviary of free birds of all varieties flew liberated and wild around a brightly lit opening in the forest that hid not all that far from the mansion house. They had come here together many a time and courted without a care. It was those memories of him that she wanted to enjoy and remember, not the blood stained flower. The African Dog had brought the creatures, who he had considered to be his friends, here if they were sick or injured. Maybe that was why Rose now felt so at home.
Conveniently it was also a good place for gathering some of the most beautiful blossoms that she had ever seen and she would not pass up the chance to join her feathered friends for a while. In a strange way it was also comforting to know that there was someone here who loved and would always remember her husband to never be.
The wolf had been here for a while now and had almost forgotten the clan completely. She and the birds had a good bond, that she was finding more and more recently, in fact they were in the middle of sharing a song. When Rosencrantz sang a simple melody the birds repeat sang along too in sweet harmony. Laying in the grass and looking up into the deep blue sky the song went on and on. Part of her wished that it would never have to end. But like on life itself, the clock would tick its last.
