Picking Fights

The call for a healer nearly had Odette jumping out of her skin due to the fact she was so close. If she hadn't been, perhaps she would have ignored it and let the other experienced healers deal with it. But the call came from another member of the pack, one that Odette knew of, but did not personally know. It sounded urgent enough, and with Odette only being a hop and a skip away, she felt obligated to see if she could help. Turning to her feline companion, "can you rush home and grab some of the first aid supplies I put aside? Should be on the shelf to the left." The sand cat grumble her disapproval but jumped into the grass regardless, heading towards their home as fast as her tiny sand cat legs could fly. When Odette came to the pair, she frowned softly at the sight of a loner traveling with the warrior, and even more alarmed at the sight of his wounds.

Odette, prone to stay silent unless spoken to, waited until the female warrior departed and the stranger turned his attention to her. She nodded at his name, Ulric, and decided to commit it to memory in case she would run into him again. She knew very little about the female warrior that had called her there, so as far as Odette knew, this male could be a lover of some kind, or perhaps a new recruit waiting to join. "It's no problem. My feline companion will be here shortly with supplies." Cerulean eyes watched as the male turned, letting Odette get a full scale of his injuries. The fawn woman took a deep breath as she took in his red stained hairs, and sighed softly to herself when she realized should probably get closer to get a better look. "My name is Odette. I am going to start touching it, let me know if it hurts and I shall stop." It was more of a warning that she was going to... touch.. the stranger than anything else. It was strange and Odette felt slightly uncomfortable with it, but if she ever desired to be a battle medic she would need to get use to it.

His explanation let the fawn woman relax a little, her body letting go of her tense muscles as she realized the scope of things. He had helped Resin in her time of need, as such, he should be awarded with more kindness for saving her pack member, right? "I see. Thank you then, for helping my pack mate. I know cat scratches can be nasty business, even the tiniest of claws carry loads of infections. We will need to clean this wound before I dress it." As if on cue, Cordonia slipped back to the area, her tiny body covered in the first aid supplies Odette had put aside. "Thank you, could I bother you for a fresh bowl of water?" Odette recalled the feline's mood swings, and generally kept her requests to a minimum, but in the company of others, she had hoped the feline would comply willingly. Instead, the sand cat narrowed her eyes for an exaggerated moment, showing her displeasure with the idea, before stomping off to get the water. Swallowing a nervous lump, Odette would turn back to the male, laughing awkwardly.

"Cats, huh? Moody little things." Moving towards the male's shoulder once more, Odette parted the hairs along his wounds, taking a glob of sap she had collected and smearing the hairs away like a gel. "Hair and debris in wounds practically begs for infection in normal wounds. They turn into terrible abscesses later on, and have to be drained frequently. So I'm going to keep the hair parted near your wounds with sap and then we can rinse it out. I hope you don't mind having a bad hair day or two." It was the woman's attempt of making the situation lighter, however she sincerely hoped her actions would not offend the male. Last thing she needed was getting a bad rap for her beside manners.