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Mojito · Updated 04/30/23:

Despite it all, despite the hurt and the anger that hung between them Mojito could not help but feel admiration for Asla as she managed to loop around behind the cat and clamp onto its tail. Mojito surged forward, nipping at its hind paws, not enough to even draw blood but just enough to harry it, to make the big cat realize the losing battle it had found itself in. The tiger snarled and wrenched its tail free of Asla's grip and continued to pelt back towards the pack border. Mojito fell back, panting. Asla swiftly turned to look over them, her attention seemed to mostly fall on her sister and he nodded, tongue lolling as she instructed him to tend to the young Fatalis, as if he needed to be told twice to do his job. He watched her go for a moment, a soft whisper falling from his lips: "Come back safely." It was too quiet for anyone to hear but it carried all the pain and longing and deep care he still held for the mother of his daughter.

Then Mojito turned his attention to Ophelia, wincing as he moved, the adrenaline starting to wear off and setting his shoulder ablaze with pain every time he flexed it. "Let's get you looked after huh?" He gestured with his muzzle, hoping the young woman was still feeling well enough to walk, he wasn't going to be able to support her weight with his shoulder, that was for sure. He silently hoped that when she finished chasing the cat off that Asla would come to him to tend to her wounds, but he wasn't so blinded by optimism to believe it would happen, but he had a patient right in front of him so he had to focus on that and not anything else.

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