Muted
The river winds through the forest, welcoming stray flora that comes its way. It is part of this place, integral to life, yet also a thing unto itself. The river is always flowing, taking its willing passengers onward to the great ocean beyond. At the edges it tempts the rich soil to join the cool waters just as much as the humble snow that lies on top and yet the autumn babe was always attracted to it, to the river ferociousness and the way it remains never changing, strong in its path. It was one of these days that she was admiring it when she noticed the strange sounds that came from a relatively close distance. The fur sourounding her neck bristled in agitation fore never in her life had her regal ears been blessed with such horrific sound. Shivers were sent down the babes lithe, slender spine as mile-long limbs carried her in a hurried pace towards the source. Abrupt halt, fiery orange lenses registered the pool of blood that was before her and in the middle of it was a boy, a man, could not be older than her own age by his physique. The sounds were not of any animal but of a lupine, one in extreme pain and wounded beyond belief if the blood was something she could go through. Who did that to you? she voiced her question with interest and dare she say the smallest notch of concern tainting her melodious, sultry vocals. She wanted to approach and see with her own eyes from where the crimson liquid was pouring from however Hathor knows that a injured creature is dangerous to deal with. With that taught in mind her muscles tensed and her regalia lowered in order to protect her throat with the fat of her neck as she slowly closed the distance between the two of them.
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