Sumae was traveling through Draconi Forest and she was honestly thinking of finding a place here and staying. She liked this forest, quite a bit, and she knew she wouldn't be persecuted for her magic here. With these thoughts going through her head she was traveling down a rather old road with carting her small caravan behind her with her supplies, herbs, and bits and bobs of gems and charms and other materials when she heard a soft crying noise to her right.
She stopped and set down the caravan wiping her forehead and furrowing her brow in the direction of the noise. It sounded like a baby, or some kind of animal. She stepped a ways into the tree's and soon enough came upon a wolf, lying dead in the grass. A cougar had gotten a hold of it and the poor thing was torn open. But, what was worse, three wolf pups were lying next to it. One of them was crying, the other ones were dead. The cougar must have gotten close to the den. Sometimes mother wolves make their dens for their pups a good ways away from the pack especially when they have just given birth. The wolf pup couldn't have been more than a couple of weeks old and he was pitifully crying.
"Oh, no, poor sweet baby," she crooned feeling her heart break into tiny little pieces. She bent down and picked him up. He was so tiny! She was wearing a pair of worn leather riding breeches and a linen sleeveless corset and she had a large bag with odd bits and bobs inside of it strapped around her neck and resting on her left hip. She took a couple of gems and bits out of it stuffing them into her pockets, leaving the only other things inside bits and pieces of pretty material and ribbon she used for her hair.
She held the pup up close to her face peering at him. He wriggled in her hand crying and snuffling and one tiny paw reached out and placed itself on her nose. That was that then, she couldn't turn away now.
"Come on then darling," she murmured placing the pup into her bag, "everything is going to be all right now, I've got you."
She made her way back to her caravan and began making her way down the road. He would need some food soon or he would die. She'd need to find some kind of village.
With the sun setting overhead she finally came across an old beaten up sign reading 'Blackmoore'.
"Well, maybe they will have some milk then, hmm?" she murmured in the direction of the bag and the sleeping pup. With a sigh she began carting her caravan over the hill and as she did she caught site of the village. It was sizable enough, and she could see livestock so she knew there had to be milk about somewhere. With a sigh of relief she made her way through the town.
It was dark by the time she made it to a tavern. She tied her caravan up to a post outside and whispered a quick enchantment of defensive magic about it, in case any thieves got any clever ideas, and made her way inside. It was well lit and there were three men on a stage in the front of the tavern drinking and laughing and singing for the crowd. As she walked in with her wild hair about her and her odd clothing people stared but she didn't feel any negative energy.
She approached the bar and took a seat, feeling the pup start to rustle around in the bag she waved at the bar tender.
He was a gristled looking old man with a salt and pepper beard and very white hair trailing down his back in a braid, but he had kind soft brown eyes and he smiled at her as she approached.
"What can I get for you m'lady?"
"A pint for me, and if you have some sort of thin rag that's relatively clean, and a bowl of milk?"
His eyebrows rose in surprise, "Sure, I could probably put something together. What's wrong then?"
"Oh, I found a wolf pup out in the forest," she raised her bag up showing him the bulge that was slowly rustling around in the soft leather of her bag. She opened the top and peering in smiling when the puppy looked up and began to bark up at her with a squeaky little wine of a voice. The bar tender looked into the bag smiling as well and nodded.
"I've got just the thing then! I have some goats that I keep in the back and there are some bottles back there to feed the kids when the mother can't produce milk or dies. If you poke enough holes in the nipple it will be perfect. I'll fix it up for you, shall I? No charge, think nothing of it."
"Really? That would be perfect. Thank you so much sir."
"Gavin is m'name lady, anytime, anytime" he turned around and walked into the back, emerging a few minutes later with a bottle that he'd poked four or five holes rather than one into the nipple so the smaller pups mouth would be able to work with it. He had also already filled it with milk.
"Here you are, and I'll get you your pint set up now, shall I?" he handed her the bottle and grabbed a glass from under the bar
"Thank you so much again. My name is Sumae. I sell talisman jewelry, and healing charms, and I have medicinal herbs with me as well. If you need anything, let me know."
"Well then nice to meet you lady Sumae. Actually, my granddaughter has a bit of an ague. A cough that won't go away. Might you have something for that?"
"Oh, yeah, that's easy. I've got something in my caravan. I'll fix you up a nice little package before I leave, no charge" she said with a smile
