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Taiga · 03-25-2022, 12:29 PM

The boy was adamant that he hadn't lied and assured the lioness that he would be okay, but she hadn't asked if he was okay, she had asked if he was hurt, to which he had told her no. She could smell the blood and the stink of beginning rot, and so he had lied. Couldn't admit it though, obviously and she could see his hackles shift in defense. Wolves... they were so uppity. So moody. Proved doubly so when he began yelling into nothingness after she left to fetch him food. Perhaps the wound was making the boy lose his mind. Who knew? She'd seen worse things happen to wounded beasts.

Once back in the presence of the lad, Taiga left him to eat. She could hear him tearing into the caribou as though he hadn't eaten in days, and perhaps he hadn't. Who was she to know? Only when he softly thanked her did the giantess turn her ruby gaze back towards him. Her wrist turned, paw flexed, massive, curved claws extended so that the feline's pink tongue could carefully clean them. "You're welcome," she replied when she was finished.

The sickly sweet smell of the wounded boy entered Taiga's nares again and the cat wrinkled her nose a bit. She had a feeling that if she left him to tend to himself, he would soon be dead. With a sigh, the charcoal feline rose once more. "Stay here," she instructed once more, then slid away from the space that they shared and disappeared into the night. Hopefully helping this injured little wolf would repay the gods that had put Rannoch, Oscar and Kyren in her path. They'd be even and she wouldn't be indebted to anyone or anything.

While out hunting, another scent had entered Taiga's sensitive nose. The scent of wolf. If she could track it down, then she could most likely find help for the nameless boy. The massive shadow of a cat cut through the tundra, her course naturally zigzagging to keep to the sparse trees. The nearer she drew to the Wash, the stronger the scent of wolf became. In time, a small fae came into view. Most wolves felt fear when they laid eyes upon Taiga's massive frame for the first time, so the cat released a low rumble to alert the canine to her presence. "Little wolf," she implored, "A youngling if your breed is injured not far from here. Are you, or do you know of, a healer?" Ruby eyes stayed on the sandy pelted fae and the feline was careful to keep her stature easy and languid so as not to appear as frightening as she was capable of looking.

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