<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/24/Delk%27ali.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Delk'ali Doson<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Assembled tribe in Healers Hut<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Healer's hut<br/><strong>When: </strong>Early Morning<br/><hr/><br/>Delk'ali shook his head at the offer to move by the fire. "Thank you, but I'm comfortable here." he told Danae, handing her the bandage that had reviously covered his wound. He watched as she quickly grabbed all the supplies she would need, admiring her skill and dedication to the task. Of course, he had been in and out of this hut far too many times in his life not to have an appreciation for the work of the healers. Finally everything had been gathered and now it was time for the best part. He managed to avoid rolling his eyes at that thought, instead simply nodding when he was told the ever understated line that this will sting "a little".<br/><br/>He hissed in a breath between clenched teeth as she applied the salve, slowly letting the air out as he grew more accustomed to the stinging in his leg. He began to feel something else, a strange swirling sensation that he realised was not physical, and instead was probing at his mind. It took a second before he remembered that Danae was chanting as she applied the bandage and salve. He became more relaxed, and before he knew it the wound had been covered by both salve and cloth.<br/><br/>He was about to laugh and spit out a sarcastic reply about the Gods, but bit his tongue. It wouldn't do to mock them, however much he felt that They did the same to him. Why else was he such a puny example of his people? Instead he simply smiled and said "Well, They work in the most mysterious ways. Thank you for seeing to my wounds, I'll just rest the leg a bit, and then I'll be going." He made a wry face. "Ts'itu wants me to speak at the party, tell the tribe about my fight." He pulled a face that could be described as anything but delighted.<br/><br/>Once again he watched the young Omega rush around, seeing to everyone's wounds. Kon was the worst of the bunch, and a part of Delk'ali wanted the big Tikaan to be wounded in such a way to be bedridden for some time, if only to help drive home the point that he shouldn't simply dive into a fight all the time. Not that he wanted anything bad to happen to the big Beta, but he really did need to be a bit more careful.<br/><br/>The sacrifices were actually fairly docile about being treated by the Tikaan Healer, in a strange hut filled with mystical objects. On the other hand, they did choose to become sacrifices, so they would be more open than most. Not like...<br/><br/>"Speak of the demons and they will arrive." He muttered under his breath as Eira stomped in with only the barest veneer of respect and submission etched onto her features and actions. He knew she wasn't exactly as submissive as she liked to portray, he acted much the same. It helped when you were smaller, weaker and could be at the mercy of someone bigger and stronger at a moments notice.<br/><br/>Delk'ali drifted off into something that resembled sleep, although he wasn't fully awake or slumbering. It was a useful trick, what the older wolves had called "sleeping with one eye open." He was more or less aware of what was going on, but was resting himself as well. Neither was as good as being fully awake or asleep, and he couldn't do this for long, but for long hunts or roving patrols, it was invaluable for refreshing himself.<br/><br/>When he felt rested enough, he stood, and saw that only the two sacrifices, Danae and Seni were left, and the last waas making doe eyes at the healer. "Thank you for your services Danae. As always I am in your debt. Now I have to figure out how to tell this tale of mine."<em>Or to be brutally honest, how to lie my ass off to make this sound good.</em>He thought as he left the hut.