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Dangers of the Mountain

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Malalia

Loner
Missing from Armada

age
2 Years
gender
Female
gems
1228
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
413
player
05-26-2020, 06:40 PM



When the bear had come for the wagon, Malalia had been pouring over some of Io's stores, catching up on some much needed studying. She abandoned the task, though, at the prospect of an injured wolf out there. Briefly she thought of Riva, who must have been indispensable for situations like this. They must have been away from home, if help needed to come from so far. She hoped whoever it was wasn't hurt too badly... then again, they probably weren't having a good day, if they needed a whole cart to carry them back. She pulled on her leather armor, her medicine kit inside the pouches, and tagged along. She wasn't sure what injuries she'd find there, if her training was enough to aid, but it wouldn't hurt.

The trees thinned, the white of recent snows encroaching upon the earth as they made their way northward. Malalia flickered her ears as she adjusted to the dearth of sounds, the little trappings of life that had been devastated or driven off when the volcano erupted. As they neared the trio of wolves, Mal's eyes locked onto the trio of wolves, and she put on a quick pace to reach them, darting ahead of the bear.

"Hey..." She slowed, bumping her adoptive father on the shoulder, and nodding briefly at the stranger before casting her gaze around, trying to get a hold of the situation. "What -- Cairo!?" Utter shock rippled through her, raising the guard hairs along her back. It was a lucky, lucky thing that the two had come before her, and patched her friend up. Had she seen him just after he fell, well... the pit of worry and despair that engulfed her would have been far, far worse. Still, she beat back the feeling, swallowing down a breath. Green eyes locked onto the pale wolf -- another Valhallan, she understood -- who'd been giving aid to the man. "He's going to be alright, right? Is... is there anything I can help you with? I brought some..." she trailed off, her voice strained, as she gestured to the pouches that she'd since packed with just about every herb she could fit in there. Not that she believed she could help much; it seemed like the healer had it covered. The girl was simply a ball of worry.


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