Trouble

Arivae had luckily been out and about that morning. She was roaming around in search of a quick snack, maybe a bird or a rodent that crossed her path. But something had stopped her... something foreign. Of course, foreign to her nose. It smelt sickening, and at first the small girl had wanted to avoid it. But curiosity overwhelmed her and she made her way toward the strange aroma, her steps slow and cautious. When she arrived, she stopped immediately and stared down at this male. She could hear his jagged breathes and his cough was a weak, yet nasty one. Not to mention he looked absolutely awful. She needed to call someone... someone who knew medicine. Hi, I'm Arivae... She crept closer and lowered her head, her eyes clouding with concern. I'm going to call Amalia for you, okay? She told him softly, like a mother to her pup, before tilting her head back and summoning her red-headed friend to the scene. She made her call urgent-sounding, so that the woman could arrive with her herbs and in quick time.