In Dire Straits

       The cold taiga was marginally less frigid than it had been yesterday which should have tipped Steliana that something was off. Maybe it was because it was ass-o'clock in the morning and she really didn't want to haul herself to the first ring just for some willow sap but she'd accidentally locked her hip - her hips hated sudden movement and certain turnings of her legs - and now it felt like someone hit her hip with a piece of driftwood. What a nice way to start the morning silently screeching in pain as if the hybrid's week hadn't been short of a circle of hell.

       God-verdammt sohn einer bitch!

       You didn't even need to know German to figure out what the argent wraith said as a mixture German and common-tongue peppered with harsh curses were forced out of her every five minutes or so. Soon other curses in other languages also joined her swear-fest but German words quickly replaced them. She liked German, there were a lot of ways to curse.

      Arschgeige! Kuttekop! Fickfresse! Another string of harsh German swears were forced from her lips as her hip began another painful round of protesting.

       The silver medic kept most of her weight off of her left side and was thankful that the birds decided not to come with her or she'd have to deal with one of those bastards trying to catch a ride on her. All she needed to do was find a willow tree - a lot harder than you'd expect in this evergreen-infested hellhole - and then the jackal-wolf have relief from the pain that so rudely assaulted her in the early hours of the morning.

       Danke fick! The gold-eyed healer caught sight of the familiar branches of a willow tree and pain be fucked, she ignored the protests of her hip as she loped over and began digging through the bark of the tree for the sap that lay within. Sweet relief. But that was short-lived.

       And now the doctor had to trek home and hopefully not fuck up her hip in the process. She wanted to go back to sleep but that had gotten her into this situation in the first place. She had to face the day it seemed and she eyed the rising sun with a glare that would have set a forest ablaze.

       The cream and slate woman began to trek back to the second ring and to her home, muttering another string of mostly German curses mixed with common tongue.

      Scheiß son of ein hündin! Mierenneuker! Gott fucking dammnt! Why the fick didn't I geh einfach wieder ins bett? My  hüfte can optifefen! Verpiss dich!

       Steliana was lucky that her hip's pain began to fade as the willow took effect. Now it left her sour mood of being awake at the crack of dawn. No one wanted to be up at this hour - well at least not involuntary, unless they had an unnatural amount of pep - and if she had a choice, she wouldn't be up either. She didn't like sleeping in too much but didn't like waking up too early. But this was past too early and if anyone woke her up at this hour, they would be removed from her life. Unfortunately, the jackal-wolf's hip couldn't be removed from her life.

       The argent wraith had to stop herself from glaring daggers at whoever spoke to her and held back her witty comment in case it was one of her superiors. She looked up and didn't recognize the wolf that spoke to her but to her knowledge, he wasn't one of the high class, elites, or royals. But she knew that there were people that would rip your face off if you looked at them, same class or not. So the silver medic settled for a deadpan expression since anything else would be pointless for her to try to attempt with her mood.

       Those are words that you shouldn't repeat to anyone else, unless you weren't wishing them a good day, the gold-eyed healer said dryly in response to his comment. She didn't feel like explaining the very long list of curses to the male since it would take too long. The doctor also liked being one of the few that knew the foreign tongue.

       Just peachy, the cream and slate healer replied which was semi-true. If you count being woken up at the arsch of dawn for a dumpkofen reason 'peachy', the woman added with a flick of her tail.

       Steliana's memory came up short when it came to names and faces, pairing names to faces and faces to names. She often had difficulty telling two similarly-looking individuals apart, even if they weren't remotely related. She often forgot things about others, especially if it wasn't particularly interesting to her.

       However, as the male lingered, the memory wheels turned in her brain, stirring up some things that she realized she knew about this male. He wasn't a Chemist, wasn't a Slab, and wasn't one of the high class. She remembered that he had something to do with fighting and protection. And his name started with a "Gæ" sound and was smooth-sounding. Gavin? Something that sounded like that.

       The cream and monochrome female was amused by the wolf's translation of her foreign words and he got only one of them right. dumpkofen meant "dumbass", not "dumb fucking", that would be a different word.

       Well, the dumbass reason I'm awake is because of my leg paining me and I needed to get some medicine for it. the golden-eyed Chemist said.