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Special Prompt: In Essence

It seems that Grannie Orla is developing a new way to divine things about the world around you. No one is quite sure what this means yet but her wisdom is definitely respected by enough Tephens that the pack is prepared to listen. Orla extends an invitation to the Order of Essence, and even non-members, to join her as she solidifies this new practice. For this ritual, she needs to gather as many wolves as possible, so she says. Will you take part? Or watch from a distance?

Bernice had just shown up to get her wound looked at. It was done scabbing, done cracking. That damned Ragnar had definitely left his mark. Bernice was glad to know that the orange brute who had torn her face up was nothing more now than food for the worms. Let him rot.
It had healed well enough, though the torn flesh exposed yet another one of her teeth and left her old lip injury looking like a mosquito bite in comparison. Her whole damn face was a mess now. And probably always would be.

The massive brig of a wolf was glad, at first, to see Orla near the mender’s dens. Hopefully this would be her last visit and she’d be cleared, good to go, with no more of that stinky salve. She expected this would be the last time she’d get smeared with it. To stop infection, she’d been told.
What Bernice did NOT, expect, however, was for Orla to begin ranting the moment their eyes met.
“These old eyes have seen! They have seen the essence of the anam and the ways in which it manifests!”
Before Bernice could even open her mouth to ask what she was going on about, she found Orla’s paw thrust mere inches from her face. “YOU!”
Uh… what?
“I can teach you to see it too….”
Bernice would find herself eagerly escaping the mender’s den with a glob of salve slopped thickly onto her muzzle, but only after swearing to attend whatever Grannie had planned later with the Order of Essence.
After months living here and after all that had happened, Tephens never ceased to amuse and confuse her.

Word Count - 277

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Special Prompt: In Essence

It seems that Grannie Orla is developing a new way to divine things about the world around you. No one is quite sure what this means yet but her wisdom is definitely respected by enough Tephens that the pack is prepared to listen. Orla extends an invitation to the Order of Essence, and even non-members, to join her as she solidifies this new practice. For this ritual, she needs to gather as many wolves as possible, so she says. Will you take part? Or watch from a distance?

Bernice had just shown up to get her wound looked at. It was done scabbing, done cracking. That damned Ragnar had definitely left his mark. Bernice was glad to know that the orange brute who had torn her face up was nothing more now than food for the worms. Let him rot.
It had healed well enough, though the torn flesh exposed yet another one of her teeth and left her old lip injury looking like a mosquito bite in comparison. Her whole damn face was a mess now. And probably always would be.

The massive brig of a wolf was glad, at first, to see Orla near the mender’s dens. Hopefully this would be her last visit and she’d be cleared, good to go, with no more of that stinky salve. She expected this would be the last time she’d get smeared with it. To stop infection, she’d been told.
What Bernice did NOT, expect, however, was for Orla to begin ranting the moment their eyes met.
“These old eyes have seen! They have seen the essence of the anam and the ways in which it manifests!”
Before Bernice could even open her mouth to ask what she was going on about, she found Orla’s paw thrust mere inches from her face. “YOU!”
Uh… what?
“I can teach you to see it too….”
Bernice would find herself eagerly escaping the mender’s den with a glob of salve slopped thickly onto her muzzle, but only after swearing to attend whatever Grannie had planned later with the Order of Essence.
After months living here and after all that had happened, Tephens never ceased to amuse and confuse her.

Word Count - 277