need somebody's hand

It was rare that Jay go this far from home, but today was an exception to that rule. Usually she liked to stay within a quick sprint from home, just in case something went wrong... her parents were getting older, an ever-looming thought in her mind, though that wasn't the only reason she didn't like going far from home. Though she hadn't been quite old enough to participate in the last raid against Avalon, she remembered how it made her feel - a little helpless, and afraid - and now that she was older she didn't want to feel that way again. At her core, Jay was a protector; she didn't ever want to be so far away that she couldn't protect her family or packmates. Never again.

Surely a short trip away from home wouldn't align with such a disaster though. She was much too far to hear a call from home if one came, so she'd just have to push those worries from her mind as she made her way south.

Jay had never seen anything quite like this fjord before. The steep cliffs were dotted with snow, which seemed to grow more sparse toward the water. Navigating slowly down the somewhat treacherous slope, she slowed her steady pace only when the faint smell of blood hit her nose. Ears swiveled as she searched for anything she ought to be aware of, but she heard nothing out of the ordinary.

Up ahead she saw the female's figure, mottled brown and white, difficult to discern from amongst the rocks and dirt and scattered snow. Letting out a friendly bark, making sure her posture was nonthreatening, she headed toward her slowly. "Hello! Are you okay? I smelled blood," she called out to the stranger, wondering if she could be of any assistance. She was no healer, but maybe she could help her anyway.