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Kolt had been exploring the woods, as he often did, when the scent of blood caught his attention. His ears perked up and he followed the trail, alert but curious. As he approached the stream, he spotted the young deer standing in the shallows, her leg extended into the water. Even from a distance, Kolt could see the angry wound marring her hide. Instinctively, Kolt hung back, not wanting to startle the already nervous creature. He watched as she grazed on the vegetation, all the while glancing around skittishly, as if expecting danger to leap out at any moment. Kolt's heart went out to her.

Slowly, so as not to alarm her, Kolt emerged from the tree line. Stopping as soon as he felt he had been seen. Kolt lowered his head submissively to try and convey he didn’t mean her any harm. From his satchel, he carefully pulled out a bundle of herbs he had collected earlier - comfrey, calendula, yarrow. All good for soothing inflammation and promoting healing. “I can help with that leg, if you let me.” He said softly, his voice a gentle rumble.

"Kolt Carpathius"