If we ever meet again

She is unconscious by the time he reaches her, and it is not until her muscles tensed from his lick that she would awake. Groggily her eyelids would lift, and she would make out a faint white figure bounding off into the forest. Her nostrils would quiver and she would blink again, and it was completely gone. Was this a figment of her imagination, an allusion due to her injury? Or had she really just seen someone bounding away from her? She would groan as she closed her eyes again, hoping that whoever found her hadn't thought she was dead and left. "Just my luck..."

A few minutes would pass before the pounding of paw steps would spill into her ears, and her head would idly raise as she set her frigid stare on the stranger- only, this wasn't a stranger, and it wasn't a member of Glaciem either like she had hoped. "Al....Alpine?" She would mutter bewilderingly as he approached, and she would recoil her head backwards as he attempted to place a herb in her mouth. Not only did she not want their lips to touch, but she wasn't about to start shoving plants in her mouth that he had brought her. How did she know he wasn't here to finish the job, or drag her back to Valhalla for some injustice trial? Her ears would pin and her expression would grow inhospitable, the natural gleam in her eyes long gone as she glared at him. What in the hell was he doing here?





"Speech"

Is it straight from the mold and ready to be sold?