Anthem of the Lonely
12-29-2015, 04:58 PM
"Odysseus and...Olafur?" Finally Olafur's gaze rose from his pile of things. "Yes, ma'am." The woman inched closer at a painfully slow pace. Finally Olafur's impatience got the best of him; with the corners of his unrolled bundle clenched in his fists the macaque ambled closer. Once within reach he laid his things down again and brushed them back into place. "W-what kind of creature are you?" He almost sighed. It was a shame, really, how few wolves here knew of his kind. They were missing out, the brutish savages. If every one of them had a monkey to keep them in line the world would, in Olafur's opinion, be a much better place. "Monkey. From the macaque family," he said simply. "One of Alacritia's superior species. Might I look at your leg?" Behind him, Odysseus stirred. "Do you have everything you need, Olafur?" The brute had a plan. He didn't know how much time had passed since the woman's encounter with her attacker but there was still hope that he was within mauling distance. Wouldn't that be lovely? "I believe so." Slowly Odysseus got to his paws. "Then I will be right back. Yell if you need anything." Without another word he took off. Olafur's eyes narrowed speculatively as he watched the giant go before his attention returned to the woman. Unable to offer an explanation he simply shrugged before picking up where he'd left off. "Can you place any weight on your leg? And ah, is this," he gestured vaguely at the wounds he could see. "Everything?" He toyed with one of the bundles at his feet. Her wounds, while bloody, didn't look too terrible. He had an assortment of antiseptics at his disposal as well as a number of things to lessen the bleeding. So far it appeared the hardest thing to take care of would be her leg. He might need Odysseus' help with that. |