The way he approaches with cautious steps is admirable. Bramble couldn't imagine just any stranger being so careful around well, other strangers. Especially ones who were injured. From all the warnings and stories her parents had told her, they had certainly been successful is placing the fear of danger within her heart. Every turn around the corner could mean death and usually by the paws of someone else.
But once he is fully in her personal space, she feels her breath catch slightly. His musky and earthy scent rolls off of him and overwhelms her senses for a moment. She couldn't deny it was a pleasant scent, one she almost kind of wanted to snuggle up next to a fire with and spend the evening gazing at the stars. And the words he says next do have a breathy laugh leaving her lips. "I'm tougher than I appear," Bramble warns him, her bright turquoise eyes watching as he kneeled down beside her.
Holding out her paw to him, she lets him examine the injury with care. She holds back the wince when he presses on it, inhaling a deep, but quiet breath as she recovers from the way of achiness. "Not quite the place to be resting though, is it?" Bramble inquires, her own gaze peering around them to notice how barren and open the bottom of the fjord was. A sitting duck she truly was.
She won't admit aloud that she's thankful for his offer, but she inwardly she is. Looking at him with her big eyes, one of her brows lifts subtly, a smirk shifting over to replace her smile. "You would be missing out if you didn't," she teases now that she's starting to get a sense of herself back as she becomes more comfortable in his presence.
Once he straightens up, giving her space, Bramble pretends to think on it for a moment. "If you are being kind enough to offer," she starts, slowly shifting herself up into a standing position beside him. "But I don't even know your name," Bramble says, another raise of the brow, a question of is this a ruse or was he a true gentleman. "I'll let you help me if I can obtain that," she states after a moment of hesitant indecision. He had been nothing but kind and cautious so there was yet to be a reason not to trust him.
"Speech"
Bulwark
Tactician
