We move like cagey tigers

Deluge snickered and rolled off her perch, landing heavily in the mud alongside Morwenna. "Tha's mum alright, always overreactin..." She admitted with a rueful shake of her head as she bowed down to stretch her spine, limbering up her limbs as she lazily yawned. "I'm workin' on knockin' 'er off 'er perch but it'll be a while yet, gotta get th' rest o' 'em on side." She admitted rather casually considering she'd only met the woman once before. What could she say? She was a sucker for a pretty face.

A brow quirked at the little leather bag. "So yer a healer then?" She should have assumed as much when she ran into her on Emerald Island. She was obviously keeping half an eye in the direction of the beach, but also wanted to give the other woman a chance to at least catch her breath before she broke the bad news. Movement in the distance forced her hand though. "I hate ter be th' bearer o' bad news, but ma's put th' call out an' it won't be long before others show up 'ere too. Th' way I see it, if yer get away, yer get away, but how long do yer want ter be runnin' for?" She rolled her shoulders, "I'll protect yer from 'er if yer come with me, I get in enough scrapes that yer won't be useless an' me n Dread live in a treehouse out on Dove Island, s'not like yer take up much space..." It would be away from the rest of the pack, most importantly away from her mother. "We can even make it a bit o' sport if yer want, spar or a race?" She gave her most winning grin, cocking her head to the side. "S'not like yer'd be a prisoner, yer'd jus' have someone bigger 'n scarier ter back yer up if yer got in trouble, right?" Never mind that the real trouble was probably currently looking her right in the eye.