Walking to into the restraunt they saw her, could smell her blood, the scent of trees surrounding her.
she was wounded in places no one could see. they could smell the sickness surrounding her, see it in her aura with their animal scenses.
they were shifters, together moving as a pack.
she smelled sweet, like organic Dragonfruit, pears, trees , and fear.
they sat together, watching her.
she had called them telepathically, seeking healers, those who ate as she to heal effectively.
overworking her body, it had started to pull from her bones, her teeth, to keep her alive. she understood she could heal, she knew she needed strength from others.
she walked out of the restraunt, and out to the park across the street.
they talked amongst themselves about other things while they ate, agreeing mentally to speak of her later in a more private setting. as members of a band, they traveled often and wanted to enjoy being out of a vehicle, outside enjoying the sun and other people. the food was good. they were all glad to be home again.
They worked together, in one of their garages, two of them working on designs, then creating a bed frame,with thick wood and metal designs, earthy, decorative, and easy to bind her to.
another shopped for a new mattress.
another walked his backyard, a forest really walking next to the stream, the property on the fringe of the national forest. He held her shirt he had taken from her nest the day before, thinking of her healing, he closed his eyes thinking of their future, his lips on her cheek, sliding over her arms and neck, allowing the others to sing to her naked body bound to the bed as the sun and stars shared their magic with her exposed soul. Shifting from humans after binding her, as animals they sang healing tones to touch and caress her naked body... healing her body and soul,
Uvumilivu nzuri paka, tutakuja kwako hivi karibuni