mars is a wasteland

*Faite* · 08-19-2016, 01:52 AM

The male's gaze would shift to her own and she's stare back at him fearless and unafraid. She'd peer at what seemed to be stormy gray eyes and she'd glance at the very similar colored fur that covered him. He looked a little worse for wear right now but she had no doubt that, one cleaned up, he was quite handsome in appearance. He seemed regal and dignified and that in itself was an attractive feature in a male.

It was silent for a moment before words so graciously slipped from his maw. How rhetorical of you. He'd answer her and had she been a lesser creature she might have taken offense to those words. There were times when it was easy to rile the young female, but then there were times where she had an undying patience. She had no desire to have this male on her bad side and she sensed no ill intent with his words so she only smiled softly at him in response to his words. She supposed it was a rhetorical question. He didn't look alright, but he didn't seem like he was dying so there was that to consider.

"I suppose it was." She'd murmur softly as she gazed at his wounds once more.

She watched as his leg began to shake and he seemed to practically wilt before her eyes. It was like watching the death of the beautiful rose as it slowly withered away into nothing. What was once a regal head slowly drifted to a soft slouch. Where he'd seemed so king-like before he seemed almost vulnerable, wolf-like, now and she watched for a moment. He looked tired and maybe thirsty and hungry and she felt for the beaten up male.

She'd chuckle at his words and lightly shook her head. She hadn't missed the twinkle in his eyes which suggested he'd already figured her out. She was no master healer like Kavdaya was an even if she was even somewhat skilled in the arts there was no denying the fact that they were in a desert. She doubted there would be much of anything that would be useful to him. Still she felt the drive, the desire, to help him as he looked down at his owl bleeding paw. The scent of iron still filled her nostrils and she mused over what she could do.

"I could maybe patch you up enough to get you somewhere, but even then there isn't much this barren wasteland has to offer that is helpful." She'd pause for a moment, going over her options before she confidently continued. "If you'd like though my pack isn't too far away from here. We have many skilled healers there that can patch you up. You'd be allowed to stay with us as a guest until you've had some food and feel better." It was a risky offer, but Faite was a risk taker. She offered strangers homes when she didn't know them. She went off of her feelings and did what she thought was right. She wasn't about to leave him stranded out here without help and if he accepted she'd gladly take him home to get him the help he needed.

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