Put Out the Cat

Lúta did her best to hold still while Resin applied the healing concoction to her wounds. She was pleased that Resin had no qualms about sharing and she nodded. "A tiger skin would be quite the gift!" She didn't know for sure what the other planned to do with the skull but if it was to be placed on a pack border she assumed it would serve as a warning of the packs fighting prowess.

Lúta moved to the great cat, whispering a soft prayer of gratitude before she moved to retrieve the claws. She worked swiftly, taking the claws from the front paws. She could use these in crafting projects although she didn't quite know what. "It was good to meet you Resin. Safe travels." She dipped her head and gathered up her bundle, setting off to find a good place to den for the evening.

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