My Give A Damn's Busted

Tail and head high, the girl trotted along with bouncing paws. She had decided to venture farther away from the caverns where she made her home, wanting to know what was beyond her favorite little spot. Not only that, but she was bored. Oh so incredibly bored by herself. The wind had grown a bit since she came this way, then again she was moving farther North and away from the Eastern territories. She had not come across any others on her little trip, which was saddening to the woman.

Heaving a big over exaggerated sigh, Ashelia walked along with a frown. Why couldn't she meet any friends? Why was she always alone? She froze then, a pained howl splitting the air. Her ears perked up and her eyes scanned the terrain, this place appeared to hold various trenches, and she hadn't really been paying attention, though did she ever? However, this time she had paid attention to the pain that was induced within that howl. Someone had gotten hurt, and badly from the sound of it. Moving into motion, Ashelia sought out the source of the cry, and it'd take her a while before she finally found it.

She came across the trench that the unfortunate soul had fallen into, Ashelia looking down to see a dark figure lying in the snow, her hind legs at an awkward angle, and the smell of blood reached her nose. For a moment, she wasn't sure what to do. But she couldn't leave this creature to fend for itself in that condition. Swiftly, she carefully made her way down, half climbing half sliding with the snow until she came to the strangers side. She had never provided medical attention before, but she would sure as hell do what she could for the ailing she-wolf. She approached the front, coming around to face the stranger. She was a lot smaller in comparison, but she wasn't afraid. "You should be more careful out here." The girl wasn't entirely sure how to approach the situation, but her comment aside she didn't want to suddenly rush to start touching the woman in case she was hostile from the pain.

"You need help. I-I can try to help you, I know a little bit..." Without waiting for a response, she moved to glance at the wound, and indeed she found there was bone protruding from the woman's damaged leg. Facing her again, she added "Your leg is badly broken...will you allow me to help?" It was a simple question that the answer was probably already known, but one always had to be careful. Pain always made others become unpredictable.