So, uh, tag

Torrent had been hard at work arranging a corner of the barn to store the tools and medicines that the chubby little raccoon had insisted she needed to bring, and while at the time she had agreed to play pack mule to get it all here she was quite fed up. The teaching better be worth the aggravation or she might just eat the so-called healer and get it over with.

The sound of Jupiter calling for her was both unusual and extremely welcome, as Torrent swiftly abandoned the mess and strode out of the barn to see what her nephew needed, Pidge clinging to her neck and watching everything with the crafty gaze of a born thief.

She came upon him with a stranger, who he had trussed up like a turkey. Torrent's nose twitched at the reek of blood, old and new, that oozed from the captive, and she glanced down at the smaller female dispassionately, taking note of the various wounds. "How functional do you need her?" she queried, getting right to the point. The reason he had called her was obvious, after all, and the fact that she was a prisoner made it equally clear why they weren't wasting Alarr's talents on her. Well good, she needed someone to practice on. How careful she was would depend entirely on whether Jupiter needed the bitch for, and she was not going to guarantee that the work would be pretty. But at least she had a reacher now so she probably wouldn't kill the prisoner. "Pidge - earn your keep."

The raccoon tsked, but dropped down to waddle over to the unconscious woman and poke at her, muttering things under her breath that didn't bear repeating in polite company. "You, kitty, go get the blue handled bag and the waterskin. Chop chop now, there's a good kitkit." Asriel bristled in affront, but stalked away rather than burying his teeth in the fat little creature. He would get the things, because it would help Torrent learn, but the moment she reached mastrry he was going to eat that little thief.

Torrent tilted her head, noting the wounds with some interest now. Enough of them were new to say that she had been mauled relatively recently, but there were old wounds too that didn't have the same apparent origin as the others. A brawler, then, or a habitual victim? It didn't much matter to Torrent either way - a prisoner was a prisoner and she wasn't going to waste any sympathy on her - but it might matter to Jupiter.