Caught Off Guard

With the big dumb cat dead, the Obscuran Sovereign cleaned her blade upon it's striped corpse. She then held it up to the light, inspecting it for any clinging blood or gore. You had to be sweet to your weapons or they'd be sour to you in your time of need. Once satisfied that it was clean, Scylla place the blade back into her bracer, giving it a friendly pat for good measure.

Blue and grey eyes shifted to the colorful fae and she noted the lacerations on her chest and shoulder. Some were deeper than others and definitely needed to be seen to. The girl asked Scylla to do just that a moment later. "Of course." One paw motioned for the younger wolf to come and lean against the dead tiger. They'd tamped the grass down enough and it would provide a solid support for the stitches that would be coming.

Scylla motioned to a few of the deeper wounds that tore through the colorful shoulder markings. "You're going to need some stitches on these wounds here. Thankfully I'm a pro at putting things back together." Scylla flashed the other fae a grin and then opened her bag to grab some supplies. "Scylla, Sovereign of Obscura. Who might you be?" she worked up conversation to partially keep the girl distracted.

"Scylla"