The beast appeared suddenly, enveloped in shadows and seemingly rising out of the darkness, his scent filled her nose and it was all Cirala could do to not to turn tail and flee, two wolves against one big cat? it did not bode well. Still the strange woman was pressed into her sides unmoving, comforting her, or at least trying to. The woman was getting stranger by the minute, her tail wagging as the beast spoke, lyrics of honey dripping from his mouth. Her eyes grew wide, was she to become a late snack for the beast before her? A gentle nuzzling broke through her fear and she turned to look suddenly at the earthen woman, her expression softening automatically.
Ultimately curiosity won out as the woman moved away from Cirala?s sides, hazel gaze following her movements with wonder. She approached the cat with signs of affection, before turning back towards Cirala and lifting herself over her. A soft giggle escaped her, though her ears were back and it was laced through with unease. The beast was right there and this seemed so out of place that she couldn?t enjoy it the way she might have otherwise.
Then as the strange woman moved back towards the cat, stopping between the two she did yet another odd thing. She began poking at her ribs, grunting and creasing her brow. Without any hesitation Cirala trotted up to her, acutely aware of the space between her and the beast shrinking. "Are you alright? Ribs still hurting?" Giving a quick glance to the shadow beast she went to work, gently pressing her paw against the woman?s ribs. "I don?t feel any difference," she mused allowed- more to herself than anyone else- and turned her gaze to the woman?s, "I can try to find something for the pain if you want though. " She cast another quick glance at the cat, still uneasy but knowing she had a patient she needed to treat right in front of her.
"Speech"
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