The sound of the water falling from the rocks to land in the recess below drowned out the noise the brute made as he stalked the woman. His tail lashing up in a dominance stance, surprised as she wouldn't spot the dull mocha brute. His golden pools locking onto her. Watching and waiting for his time to come out. Making his presence known.

The snap of a twig, shuffling of dead undergrowth made her ears flick to the side. Probably a bear, but still something she did not want to come across out in the wooded area, knowing that they would be out and about. Mae would give a light growl as a warning. "Who's there?" Her vocals still friendly, but cautious.

Did she really want to see him? His face scarred from old battles and fights. He appeared before her quickly but dead silently, his ears against his skull. His fur bristled on end making himself appear much bigger than he was to the smaller sized woman. "Are you sure?" His voice cold, with drawn of emotions.

Every fur stood on end as he appeared. Mae growled, not liking the sight before her. She didn't care to fight, but every bone in her body told her she would. Thats when the masculine threw himself into the younger woman. Causing her too loose her balance only for a moment. A moment that she lost, but regained quickly.

Mae charged after this masculine, baring her fangs and snapping at his snout. Ears laced tightly against her skull. A loud growl almost like thunder rumbled out from the male, he meant her with brute force his snout being torn from being met with her own teeth.

Quickly Mae found herself flanking him, circling around him trying to get to his hind legs and rip them out from under him. Maybe that was her first mess up. Although she was faster, he was bigger.

He reached just in time to grab the woman by her back leg, ripping and throwing her into one of the trees near by. His face bloodied from the reopened scars, staining the ground below him, moving towards this new little prize. Climbing up over her, he would snap his jowls in Mae's face. Giving her not enough room to squirm out.

Mae would kick ruthlessly at his torso, wiggling and biting at his paws and legs. She was in pain, but ignored it for the fact her life currently depended on it. She didn't know what this male was able to do. What would happen? Mae wanted to drift away, allow this brute the victory. She was still too young to understand the dangers.

She found her moment, he bared his throat at her, Mae grabbed. Shaking her head quickly, he moved off from her, Mae was able to catch some breath, spitting the tang of the blood to the ground, eyes flaring wide at this stranger. Baring her teeth as blood dripped down over her lips.

Mae would try to get up, to stand her ground. Her back ached, her hind leg torn as a loud whine leaves her throat. Thoughts wandering to were Reaper and the others were, if they wondered were she wandered off too.

"Mae and Reaper"

Reaper was nearby the falls when Moloch came into view, cawing and flapping his wings desperately at the Bloodjaw to get his attention. The bird was sent off earlier to try and scout the area, but what it saw was something unforgivable. "What is it Moloch?" Reaper's melodic voice rang out in curiosity, he tilted his head. Moloch continued to call, now landing into of the Bloodjaw's head and pecking annoying. "Ow! Stop it this at once!" Reaper protested but to no avail. The bird shot off from his head and back into the sky, as if beckoning the wolf to follow. Reaper rolled his seagreen eyes and followed the bird deeper into the woods and closer to the falls. The closer he got, the more familiar of a scent entered his nostrils. It was Mae. Immediately Reaper's paw steps grew quicker but he stopped in his tracks when the scent of blood and a lone wolf filled his nose. "What the.." he muttered, sniffing the air. "Mae..." He uttered and began trotting as fast as he could towards her smell.

When he arrived he came up on loosing battle. Mae was standing, injured, against a lone brown male. The make was bleeding, she was bleeding. She was bleeding. Mae was bleeding. Bleeding. Something in Reaper snapped. What would usually be a calm rational mind flipped a much darker switch. Immediately the Bloodjaw would charge in towards the lone male. He let out a rippling snarl, loud and animalistic, as he lunged himself at the lone wolf. His maws sought the scruff of the male and obtained it effortlessly, thanks to Mae distracting the male. He gripped it with full force, blood pouring from how hard his grasp was. Reaper pulled back with full force, dragging the male with him as he forced the brute to the ground.

Reaper's paws slammed down on the chest of the male and he let out another loud snarl. His eyes were wide with rage. All he felt was rage. Boiling, spilling over. He wanted this would dead. He took a paw and slammed it against the face of the male in a harsh slam, forcing their head sideways and down onto the ground. "I will tear out that foolish throat of yours!" Reaper screamed with rage, his gaze cold as he held the wolf down. He could feel them kicking and struggle beneath him but to no avail. The Bloodjaw had a better stance and weight on them. Reaper took now time in biting down on the throat of the wolf and shaking violently. Blood poured form the bite as the wound only grew deeper and deeper the more he thrashed. He could taste the warm blood pouring into his maws. He drank in it reveling in it. It almost tasted...good.

Pain... pain faded in and out. Mostly in than out but least Mae known she was alright. Well, given the circumstances. It could have been a lot worse and the female known this, but fuck. It didn't help the pain now. The sound of loud caws pulled her attention away from the rogue wolf before her that also held her blood within his mouth just like she had with his.

Ears twisted as the brute would once more advance to Mae until being tackled down by Reaper. Trying to get the ivory faced brute from himself. Jaws snapping open and closed quickly. Only to be tossled around together. A fight of dominance.

The rogue wasn't on his a game and he realized this. Things went into veiw with Mae, shock made her eyes widen. Reaper was here. A battle of being alert and then slipping more to sleep. Everything seemed hazey, clouded for the female. A whine, soft but painfilled was released. Confusion but keeping her attention the best she could on the water that poured.

All she known is she wanted sleep, a concussion? Maybe when she was slammed to the ground? She rose up slowly only to stumble back off onto her side, laying her skull upon her paws.

"Mae"

Reaper's grip only tightened on the loner's throat. There was blood everywhere now and the loner's thrashing was lessening, weakening, from the extensive blood loss. Reaper didn't relinquish his grip, however. He kept going. Deeper and deeper until the throat of the male would was torn into a large gash. The jugular was severed. Yet even now with the loner dead at his paws or at least in the process of dying, he didn't stop. He kept going. He kept tearing deeper and deeper until the back of the neck, the spine, could be felt with his grip. Reaper severed it completely, now sure that the lone wolf was dead. The head severed from the rest of the body, rolling over a few inches away. Reaper stepped back, finally satisfied and covered in blood. He looks around for Mae, only to see her lying down fighting the grasp of unconsciousness. He ran over to her, leaning down to nudge her with a bloodied maw. "Mae..stay with me. Don't sleep." He uttered. If she had a concussion, he knew that sleep would mean she may not wake up from it. It was common fighting knowledge he was taught from Seether Carnage. Lessons he had to take to even enter the rank. "Shhh, just stay with me. It's over, don't worry. He won't hurt you anymore." He whispered gently, now laying down curled up around her. He placed his head under her jaws, propping her head up. "I'll get you to a medic. Just stay awake." He told her, now getting to her feet as he tried to help her to hers.

Mae known he was there, she smelt him and felt him. The battle came to a end as she watched as best as she could. Soon feeling his own muzzle give a gentle nudge, Mae opened her eyes. Allowing them to lock with his own, wanting sleep she swayed her tail. She had to fight the state of drifting in to unconsciousness. His words holding her onto reality.

Soon he helped her to her paws, only to stumble over and rise back up only to once more stumble over, it wasn't going to be the way she was going to be. She wasn't weak. Using his weight to lean against. After a few tries she finally stood there. "I'm awake darling" Her voice slightly hazed from growing tired, but fighting more to stay awake.

Leaning against him and allowing him to lead her. Why was she stupid and wandering off without him knowing? Allowing something like this to happen.

"Mae and Reaper"

Reaper helped Mae as she stumbled to her paws. He gave a reassuring lick on her muzzle, leaning against her body to offer more support. "One step at a time." He encouraged her, stepping forwards one step exactly. He watched her carefully, there to help incase she stumbled again. "If you can recall them, tell me and herbs and their description. I can have Moloch fly and find them." He offered her. He motioned Moloch to fly down close, the raven landed upon a nearby rock and tilted its head curiously. As if the raven was waiting for the command. He could surely make a paste of some sort for her wounds. He would just have to chew the herbs if they were found. Besides, asking Mae what herbs to use for her wounds would help keep her awake. He knew this and that's why he asked. It would make her think.

Bee pollen and chamomile with a little bit of alfalfa came to mind, it would help her with energy and nausea as well as maybe some mint. It would have to be steeped to make a tea, which would be the best way. Listening to him, as her focus turned around looking for the herbs or at least some that she could grab, she was able to grab some alfalfa, mint. The bee pollen and chamomile though, she couldn't see any to be honest.

She turned to Mollach and Reaper, her vocals shakey. Which she known but honestly didn't take notice too, until she felt dizzy and moved against Reaper. Resting her head upon his shoulders, trusting him to take her were home was or in her mind if they had a home. All she wanted was sleep. Although they both known is it was not time for her to sleep yet, not like this.

"Bee pollen and chamomile.." Her voice raspy as she spoke, knowing she would have to grow more focused and get rid of the nausia that came with it. She wasn't really worried about the wounds, but more so the damn dizziness that came along with having a concussion.

"Mae"

Reaper watched with a agap maw as Mae went off and picked some herbs. "No no no." He fussed dramatically, taking the herbs from her gently. "You mustn't exert yourself. Leave it to us." He nodded to Moloch, who babbled a few caws repeating the herbs as he flew off. "He set the herbs down at his feet and then say himself down, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder better. He wrapped his striped tail around her in a comforting manner. "Let's wait til Moloch returns with the chamomile and bee pollen." He cooed softly, giving her a gentle nudge.

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She known he was there, not leaving her in the time of need. Making the bond between the duo stronger. Mae had grown to adore Reaper and although she known he could be rough and tumble he was gentle, kind and caring with her. Moloch flew off to gather the other herbs. Mae listened to the brute. The slate woman would try and fuss, knowing that she needed to help, but didn't want Reaper to worry. Maybe it wasn't a good choice to take a absence for a day even a few hours? She huffed she laid there, cranium resting along his spine. Curling against him and listening to him speak. She gave a nod and nuzzled against him.


"Speech!"

It didn't take long for Moloch to come flying back, herbs clutched within its dark talons. The raven flew down and landed a foot away from the pair, setting the requested herbs down. "Thank you Moloch." Reaper nodded and hummed as he pulled the herbs gently close to him. He snorted the herbs out and gave Mae a gentle nudge to the cheek by turning his head around to face her. "I'll make a paste and put it on your wounds. Here is the herbs you requested." He told her, pushing the chamomile and bee pollen towards her. He took the herbs she had picked and began to chew them up in his maw. They tasted bitter on his tongue but he made no fuss as he got to work making the paste for Mae's wounds. He had no clue what the herbs did. Only that she picked them for a reason.

The sound of Moloch making his way back made Mae turn her ears towards the sound. She did still feel dizzy to say the least, and well couldn't honestly blame the woman. Not after the events that took place. She nuzzled against Reapers spine, keeping him close. Which only made her feel more safe and secure. A slow steady murr leaving her throat in a pleased manner. Her tail curling against his own, all she wanted was to close her eyes slowly but known she couldn't, dangerous. Too dangerous in all honesty.
"Mae"

Reaper spat out the mixture of the bitter herbs on his paw. He slowly stood up, careful not to disturb Mae too much as she seemed quite content in the position she was in. He carried the paste in one paw and hobbled over to where Mae's wounds were. He set the paste down and began to put them on the wounds, checking in to make sure he wasn't applying too much pressure. "Is this ok? Am I doing it right?" He asked Mae, for she had far more medical experience than he did. He waited patiently for her to answer. "You should take those herbs for your head. I fear your concussion may worsen if you don't." He encouraged her, leaning over to push the herbs closer to her once more. "Don't make me feed you like a baby bird." He teased lightly, given how much birds seemed to like him he thought it was a proper jest.

She felt Reaper there, not moving from herside. Although he only moved to put the paste down upon the wounds, asking so many questions. Wincing once in a while as she did have to move ever now and again. Knowing that he wasn't going anywhere, honestly though Mae was thankful that he wouldn't. And honestly by the looks of it, neither of them would be going anywhere without the other for a little while.

She nodded as he asked, if he was doing this or that right. Tongue would run its lenght down her paw, against his coat. Nose crinkling at the scent of the herbs before her. She would have to teach him better ways to make paste and what not though. Chuckling tenderly.

Taking a few small bites of the herbs as he pushed them closer to her, not making a fuss but eating them. Sticking her tongue out in a manner like it was disgusting. But knowing that it'd help with her concussion and the pain, so wasn't about to fight either him nor Moloch.

Reaper watched as Mae would consume the herbs. A thankful smile graced his white maws and a suddenly wave of fatigue would crash over him. He let out a yawn, maws parting to expose whitened teeth. It seems the adrenaline from the fight was finally wearing off. He gave Mae a gently nudge before laying his head down to support her own. "It seems I'm more tired from that fight than I thought." He told her. "Maybe a rest wouldn't hurt." His eye lids fluttered slightly, he was watching Mae carefully. She had taken herbs for her concussion, so surely she would be ok to rest now? He was no medical expert. "With your healing experience, do you think it'll be ok for you to rest noe that you've taken herbs?" He asked cautiously. He would force himself awake if he had to for her sake.

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Mae honestly listened to him, knowing he wouldn't let harm come her way. Even if she did happen to fall asleep. Her own eyes fluttering closed then open, replaying his words within her mind. Sleep did sound pleasant as eyes open to look to him as she allowed her own head to lay against his, her tail giving a wag behind herself. It did sound like something pleasant, and knowing that he was right there wouldn't be harmful to take a well needed rest. Breaths coming and going as she began to slowly fall asleep, ears flicking every now and again listening to the different sounds around them both.

Replaying his words within her mind, before nothing. Before the silence wrapped around them both like a blanket, her tail curling against him as the young woman felt safe enough to sleep with Reaper beside her.

-exit Mae-

"Speech!"

Reaper didn't get a response from Mae, only confirmation that she was also exhausted herself. He let out a yawn, eyelids fluttering until he allowed them to close. Luckily he was a light sleeper and would be alert, even in his sleep if anything in their surroundings were to change. He allowed his mind to slip unconscious and for darkness to overtake him. His sides breathed lightly as he slept, curled around Mae protectively.

-Exit Reaper due to sleep-