full throttle

he did not need help. it was for his ally. it must mean the other was perhaps more severely injured than he was. how fascinating. she had yet to see a bear attack result. where they close to death? did their organs sprawl out before them? would she have to patch them back up, stitching them lovingly...? "very well" the girl would speak at last, having regarded him at his words for a moment before addressing him.

no expression caused her face to break out with worry and concern. she accepted long ago that blood was a fact of life. some would call it a sad fact, but she saw it as a curiosity. but before she picked up her herbs, she would address the man again. "lead the way." shooting her muzzle to the earth, she'd pluck the meager supplies she gathered up. if she did not have the proper ones, it was no skin off her proverbial back. she had nothing to lose from this except a patient. and they could be easily replaced.

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