Among the greats

Mojito tried to keep his mind and his focus on Tamsyn, checking over her again and again, checking the placement of her treatments, the fastening of the marigolds to her burns, that she didn't have any other wounds he hadn't seen before... in truth, he was probably just trying to keep himself busy as the warlord moved off, one flopped ear lifting slightly as he heard the call for the rest of the pack and stepped back, nodding as the woman nudged him off... he wasn't helping anymore anyways. Alsa appeared and shortly after Naiche would as well, moving towards him, clearly familiar with the woman he had just been tending.

Deciding the woman was probably better off around someone she was familiar with he moved off, approaching Asla of his own volition for the first time in a while. He wasn't certain exactly what to expect from the warlord... but he was already weary from the early morning summon and in some way was seeking out the familiar comfort of his friend... and ready to offer it to her in turn... he stopped short when he noticed a large purple male leaning into her, feeling that old jealousy flaring up in him, and he stopped where he was, veering away from her to sit off to the side, folding in on himself a little as he waited for what it was that the warlord would say, feeling suddenly very tired.

"Speech!"

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