The minute the girl had woken up from her ordeal, she had managed somehow, to drag herself to her feet. Her left foreleg hung limply, painfully, the back of her neck and shoulders bleeding profusely from the torn skin and muscles made by the fangs of both the shadow cat and the bloody male. She hadn't been awake when they left, and it was now an hour or so before dawn. After this night...there was no way she would stay in those mines. Never did she want to step foot in there for as long as she lived. Tears streamed down her face as she whimpered and cried, hobbling as quickly as she could to get away from there. The storm hasn't completely stopped, but it slowed enough for her to be able to leave without getting lost again or running into the man. But she didn't know which way he went. And through her terror, she couldn't remember his scent. Didn't want to remember that night. Her broken and bloody trail was left behind in her wake, but she pressed on painfully slow. As the sun peaked between the mountainside behind her, she was beginning to grow tired. Her battered body was getting tired, and she wanted to sleep. She knew she had to patch herself up, but where would she find those kinds of herbs in the north? For now, she wanted to just find a sheltered place to sleep. That was when she spotted trees towering higher then she'd ever seen before, and as quickly as she could she headed straight towards them. She needed to hide, what if they came looking for her!? It terrified her more then anything, so she hobbled and stumbled along. After a half hour of searching, she found a hollowed out opening in the base of a tree, another tree leaning against it creating another layer of shelter. Timidly, she approached as she carefully sniffed the air, nothing. She crawled inside, curling up against the far wall and lying on her right side, and proceeded to carefully lick at the bite wounds on her leg. Why did this happen to her? Tired and exhausted, her head slid onto the snow, tears falling more and more until she fell into a fit of uncontrollable sobbing. She wanted her dad. Her mom. Vaishya and Cador...just...why? "Listen to me talk" 'and know my thoughts.'

With Olafur up on his shoulders Odysseus followed the smell of blood. His hackles were raised in a rigid line and his head hung low as he trailed the concerning scent. That was wolf's blood. Normally he would chalk it up to wolves being wolves and think nothing of it while hunting down the wounded in order to offer aid, but something about this situation felt different. He couldn't explain the feeling, but he couldn't shake it either. "There," Olafur murmured with a point of his finger just as the sound of sobbing reached Odysseus' ears. His apprehension grew. "Olafur...?" He glanced back at his friend. "I have the bag, Odysseus." The bag in question was a small skin stuffed to the brim with plants and mending supplies that Olafur was hugging to his chest. Respectful of the wounded wolf's space Odysseus kept his distance. Forever a low rumble, his voice rang out, "Are you alright, miss?" "ODYSSEUS" / "OLAFUR"

It grew colder as the dawn light hung over the lands. Her flow of tears hadn't ceased, and she couldn't remember ever crying like this. In fact, she couldn't remember ever really crying at all. She had never felt pain, and never felt terror or fear. Not until last night. Not until today. Her body shivered with cold and pain, the pitiful bundle of blood and fur bled onto the snow, but she refused to venture out into the world. She gently wiped her face on her brown forepaw, wincing when she did. Of course, that leg was broken. It was stupid to do that! "W-why...what did I d-do..?" She whispered to nobody in particular, perhaps to herself...perhaps to the unseen heavens. "Are you alright, miss?" Her heart nearly jumped from her chest, startling the girl. Wide eyes peered out of the hollow, dual hued eyes immediately finding the dark red eyes of the stranger. Immediately, she tried to struggle back, those eyes...the crimson eyes! The shadow cat was back! He found her! "N-no! Leave me alone! Not again! please!" Her voice quickly rose more and more, her terror masking the face of those eyes. The red pair of orbs was all she saw, for the shadow cats own eyes were burned in her memory. She started to cry again, struggling to turn around and find safety in the hollow. Her sticky hackles rose, fear clear in her eyes and movement. Except...it was more then fear. Crimson and white snow churned near her tail and her broken leg, the wooden hollow stained with the blood on her fur. They were coming for her! "Listen to me talk" 'and know my thoughts.'

Even before the woman peeked out at Odysseus when all he could see of her was a little fluff, he could tell he frightened her. She started noticeably and then peered out at him, her eyes widening further in fear as her gaze zeroed in on him. In an instant she recoiled further into the hollow, her terror filled voice sounding shrilly in Odysseus' ears. He'd gotten all kinds of reaction before, ranging from startled to outright aggression, but never had he encountered so much fear. It took both him and Olafur by surprise. Not knowing what else to do Odysseus sank to his belly in the hopes of appearing a little less imposing. While she may have wanted to be left alone, he couldn't in good conscience simply walk away. What little he knew was enough to illicit a stubbornness rooted in compassion. "Miss," he said as gently as his rough voice would allow. "We mean you no harm. My friend and I are healers. We came across your trail and wanted to see if there was anything we could do to help." While it was certainly hinted at, he didn't explicitly offer aid yet. Instead he chose to toss the idea out there and give her a moment to absorb his words.  He didn't know if they would lessen her fear, but he hoped they would. Olafur slid off his friend's back and sat down beside him. His supplies still clutched to his chest, the macaque craned his neck to the side in the hopes that he could get a glimpse inside, but he made no move forward. He wasn't as good at patience as Odysseus, but in this instance he was going to strive to be just as patient. "ODYSSEUS" / "OLAFUR"

Terror filled her to the brim. The eyes! The eyes found her! The shadow cat was going to do more bad things to her! And the devil...the shadow cat had led the devi right to her! She had never known such creatures existed until last night. She turned away, curling her body tighter around herself, her left foreleg sat at an odd angle, though she covered her face with her other leg. She was frightened, oh so frightened of the world. Would everything hurt her now? As she cried into the snow, she faintly heard the voice that had previously spoken. Softer this time, not as...booming or intimidating. She listened to him talk, heart hammering against her chest. Healers? Whimpering, she shifted a little so she could turn around and look at them. As she turned around to look, she tucked her tail tightly to her underside, though she recoiled when she felt the stickiness of blood seep onto her tail. Swallowing hard, she eyed the one who spoke. Her eyes trailed over his lowered form, slowly finding the face and...his eyes. She struggled to keep her fear under control, refraining from screaming and running right then and there. If this male wanted to hurt her, surely he would have already done it...right? He was bigger then the shadow cat and the demon wolf, he could easily rush in here and tear her apart. But he didn't. Her eyes quickly sought out the males friend, an odd little creature she had never seen before was sitting next to him. She looked at the strange creature while he clutched the bag to him. Could they really help her? She felt so much pain, her body returning to the state of feeling pain after her terror attack. It took her a moment to find her voice, to find the voice she had before this had all happened. "C-can you help me...please?" Her voice was hardly above a whisper and a whimper. She wasn't sure if she could trust them, but if they tried to hurt her, she would bite them like she did the shadow cat. "Listen to me talk" 'and know my thoughts.'

He didn't want to assume anything and there was no way he was going to ask, but Odysseus wasn't liking the vibe he was getting from this woman. He didn't like the way she smelled of someone else, he didn't like her wounds and he most certainly didn't like her reaction to him or the words she'd used. There was a part of him - a very strong part of him - that wished to get the story out of the woman and then leave her in Olafur's care while he went to see who he assumed was an attacker about a much deserved mauling. Rapists - and he was perhaps getting ahead of himself in assuming - but rapists were, in his mind, the lowest of the low. They were unfit to tread earth and deserved to be put down. That kind of filth wasn't to be tolerated. Nothing but the most hellish of deaths was fitting for such a disgusting creature. Finally those bright eyes peeked out at him again. Odysseus peered back, his crimson gaze filled with nothing but compassion. "Miss," he said gently. "It would be my honor." Afraid of scaring her Odysseus didn't move a muscle. He'd let her move at her own pace and come to him when she was ready. "My name is Odysseus and this is my friend Olafur." Uncharacteristically Olafur was equally patient. In preparation he laid out his bundle of things and nonchalantly began organizing it into piles based on possible need. There wasn't a lot in there, so after a few seconds of sorts he simply fiddled with the piles and nitpicked at their placement all the while avoiding eye contact with the woman. "ODYSSEUS" / "OLAFUR"

His voice was gentle as he responded to her, though she was still very much frightened, the sight of the pair staying where they were while gently coaxing her did well to somewhat soothe some of her fears. Her ears slightly perked as he introduced himself and his companion to her, watching with a wary gaze as she debated whether or not she wanted to leave the safety of the hollow. Never before had she thought so hard on whether or not she should approach someone, but what she had experienced had changed the game entirely. Her eyes fell to the strange creature with the herbs, and she recognized it to be medical supplies. Though she had used a few before, the only time she really applied any medical help to someone was the woman who had broken her leg. "Odysseus and...Olafur?" Slowly, she moved away from the far end of the hollow, somewhat crawling closer to them as she hugged her left foreleg to her chest, wincing at the pain as she half hobbled and half crawled forward. She knew she needed help, and who was she to deny the medical care that she so desperately needed. As she drew closer, her tail beat a low and timid wag, trying to show that she was willing to let them help but still, her fear was still present. Bit by bit, she tried to make it go away. But it was hard.. "W-what kind of creature are you?" She questioned Olafur, her gaze showing a hint of curiosity. She didn't feel like she needed to fear them all that much anymore, but her legs still felt like they were ready to spring into action at the first sign of danger. "Listen to me talk" 'and know my thoughts.'

"Odysseus and...Olafur?" Finally Olafur's gaze rose from his pile of things. "Yes, ma'am." The woman inched closer at a painfully slow pace. Finally Olafur's impatience got the best of him; with the corners of his unrolled bundle clenched in his fists the macaque ambled closer. Once within reach he laid his things down again and brushed them back into place. "W-what kind of creature are you?" He almost sighed. It was a shame, really, how few wolves here knew of his kind. They were missing out, the brutish savages. If every one of them had a monkey to keep them in line the world would, in Olafur's opinion, be a much better place. "Monkey. From the macaque family," he said simply. "One of Alacritia's superior species. Might I look at your leg?" Behind him, Odysseus stirred. "Do you have everything you need, Olafur?" The brute had a plan. He didn't know how much time had passed since the woman's encounter with her attacker but there was still hope that he was within mauling distance. Wouldn't that be lovely? "I believe so." Slowly Odysseus got to his paws. "Then I will be right back. Yell if you need anything." Without another word he took off. Olafur's eyes narrowed speculatively as he watched the giant go before his attention returned to the woman. Unable to offer an explanation he simply shrugged before picking up where he'd left off. "Can you place any weight on your leg? And ah, is this," he gestured vaguely at the wounds he could see. "Everything?" He toyed with one of the bundles at his feet. Her wounds, while bloody, didn't look too terrible. He had an assortment of antiseptics at his disposal as well as a number of things to lessen the bleeding. So far it appeared the hardest thing to take care of would be her leg. He might need Odysseus' help with that. "ODYSSEUS" / "OLAFUR"

Her answer came from the little creature thing, who she soon found was called a "monkey" when he closed the rest of the distance. When Olafur asked if he could look at her leg, she nodded as she flopped down onto the side that wasn't injured. Her leg was a little bit numb from her trip in the snow, but it still bled when she stretched it and the lacerations hurt more then she could imagine. She hated getting hurt! Especially this kind of hurt, it was so different then just accidentally tripping and falling on her face. The ground she guessed, she had accidentally attacked. But she had never really been attacked in all the time she'd been alive. Peering at Olafur, she smiled and she wanted to wag her tail but she refrained from doing so, instead, she kept it tucked firmly beneath her as the monkey examined her. "Are all monkeys as cute as Olafur?" She questioned curiously, wondering if they were all as small and as adorable as he was. Before she could say more, Odysseus would tell them that he would be right back, and then he was gone. She grew a little uneasy, because she couldn't defend herself right now and she had no idea if monkeys like Olafur could do anything to a wolf. Her thoughts about it were distracted for a moment when he spoke, and she shook her head. "No...It hurts when i try to walk on it and..." No...that wasn't everything. Her ears flicked nervously as she subconsciously peered at her rump. No! No no no no no! She still didn't believe it, but the splotches of blood on her tail in that...general area was proof enough. She whimpered a little as she tried to block out what really happened, and what might happen in the future. "N-no..." She couldn't. Couldn't say what had happened to her, but if she absolutely had to she would... "Listen to me talk" 'and know my thoughts.'

Gently Olafur grasp Ashelia's leg in his hands. He examined it carefully, palpating around the break in an effort to get a sense of what needed to be done. With practiced ease his hands moved quickly down her leg before settling on her toes. There they settled for a long moment as he tried to gauge the warmth in them. There was a fair amount of swelling in the limb already and the toes were chilled, but not terribly so. "Are all monkeys as cute as Olafur?" His gaze immediately left the foot and he spluttered indignantly. Cute? He didn't want to be cute! That same word was used to describe bunnies. The indignity! His gaze returned to the foot and then went back to Ashe's gaze before the macaque harrumphed and glossed over the question by asking one of his own. A professional question. "Can you feel your toes?" The limb was definitely broken. He'd have to have Odysseus help him splint it. Olafur's gaze followed Ashelia's as she glanced back at her tail. As he'd suspected. The idea of tending to that kind of damage made him mildly uncomfortable, but he knew that if he showed that discomfort the woman would be made all the more embarrassed by it. It was not her fault that she was injured there and he was determined to treat her with the dignity she deserved. He would have to do something about that anxiety, though. Without a word he turned from her to rummage through his belongings. When he found the plants he was looking for he turned back and set them down in front of her. "Here," he said. "Chew these up and swallow them. They'll help with the pain." They would also ease her anxiety and calm her. The leaves had mild sedative properties. Having met with failure Odysseus returned. His gravelly voice preceded him. "How goes it?" Without turning Olafur responded, "We're going to need to make a splint." With a nod to himself Odysseus disappeared once again while Olafur prepared an antiseptic to clean Ashelia's wounds. Taking care of them would give the sedative time to kick in, something they'd need if they were going to take care of her leg properly. "ODYSSEUS" / "OLAFUR"