Frequent Biter Miles

N/A · 02-09-2015, 09:41 PM

Isis had been traveling for days now from the north where she had resided for a short time, stopping only she believed her body could not handle another step or needed to feed. There was no time to be dawdling, stopping every time she came across another wolf just to chat when it was clear they were just passing through briefly. And play, she was too old for the childish games she had once enjoyed playing with Erion when they were pups. The only things she was into were anything to improve her skills, or just to beat somebody into the ground if they thought they were better than her before even seeing what she could do. No matter, she always enjoyed giving a demonstration, feeling her ego boost when others were impressed.

On the cool spring breeze the girl had caught something rather interesting, her nostrils flaring at the metallic scent caressing her nose. It was blood, fresh blood at that. Her pawsteps came to a stop, head raised high to allow her turquoise eyes to scan the area she had ended up in. She was rather curious to find where this wolf was, easily distinguishable from many prey items she had come across over the time. The only issue she didn't like too much was the scent clashing with this one, very strong, almost erie. A pack was very close by.

The Sovari girl moved on, keeping her ears alert in case something tries sneaking up around or behind her, making sure to keep turning her head so that she could catch any sound from behind. Meanwhile her eyes and nose were working, scanning the moor and its mounds for this unknown bleeding wolf. For a little bit she didn't spot anything, just a slow rolling mist moving across the land, nothing out of the ordinary. But when she was about ready to just turn and leave the area, she had spotted the creature, limping before finally dropping to the ground.

Isis moved quickly but cautiously, making sure to check over her shoulders, head held low this time as she approached within seconds. The young female approached from behind, coming to a sudden stop when she realized the wolf was just past a marked pack border. Great... This could either be a sticky situation, this wolf knowing she was here and luring her to be ambushed or it was seriously just hurt and looking for help. Whatever it was, all Isis knew was that this woman looked to be in genuine pain, and needed a healer as soon as possible. Lucky for her, Isis's father had been a healer and she had learned a few things.

"You look like shit." She commented, voice low and smooth as she glanced around the area before focusing on the injured woman, taking a few small steps to the right but not crossing the border just in case. Her fur was coated in a mixture of blood, dirt and leaves. Cuts littered her body, and from the angle Isis was at it looked like there was an especially large gash somewhere beneath her neck. If she was wiling to be helped by some stranger then Isis could quick find some moss, some water and come back to clean the woman up a bit before inspecting the damage done. "A bear fuck you up?" The girl had never seen such a creature but from the stories she has heard, they could really mess you up, even kill a wolf with one hard hit to the head.

"Speech"

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