Put Out the Cat

In a moment the stranger seized the throat and brought an end to the fight. Lúta gazed down somberly at the tiger for a moment. It was a rather sad thing in her eyes but it had been necessary. They were just defending themselves and it was clear that there had been something wrong with the great cat anyway.

Lúta leapt down from her perch in the tree as the other woman gave her name. "I'm Lúta. Thanks for the help. Would you like some help with your injuries? I'm a healer." She didn't have her supplies with her but she figured she could find enough in the swamplands this time of year to be able to help Resin out a little and pay her back for her timely intervention.