The orange and cr?me dame walked through the land called Saratoga Wood. She had never been here before, and sensing that this would be a new place she could venture into and explore. Her topaz optics scanned the place for anything she could do, seeing nothing, she walked onward and began to look at some of the dried up herbs and other greenery that was destroyed during the land. Snow ran down the land slightly in small flecks, and she couldn't help but smile at it. Her eyes shimmered with a look of awe. But, her thoughts of exploring and looking at some herbs she could use for remedies was cut short when a growl erupted from behind a tree that was close to her. She moved backward, soon revealing a large mountain lion. She was too busy looking at the herbs that she could not sense the cat's presence, or smell it's scent which was something that she could do fairly well.

She snarled out a warning, though, a rogue wolf had a slim to none chance of winning a fight with a full grown wild cat. That was when she high tailed it and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. The lion stayed right on her heels, snarling as she could hear it's breathing behind her as well as the heavy sounds of its running that came off of it's paws. A Huata continued to run, trying her best to stay ahead of the cat, but soon it got so close that it leaped on top of her, hissing and snarling as she tried to claw and bite at it. Huata managed to get a few hits on its face, but, the cat had swiped its claws across her chest and face, leaving a deep gash on her cheek and a long cut running alongside her chest. The lion snarled and went to bite down on her throat. Huata closed her eyes and waited for her death sentence to happen.

The ivory male was exploring, his mismatched blue and gold eyes narrowed as he smelt a female, tilting his head a little. For some reason, he began to follow her scent, stopping still once he smelt the big cat, his eyes wide. The female's scent lead away from it, and the cat's scent followed, fear piercing the male as he realized that the female may die. Even if she wasn't a Xanilov, he would have to come to the rescue, as some part of him insisted on it. Racing easily, the male finally stopped and stared at the two for a moment, shaking his head and trying to think out a way to scare the cat. He could bite it on the hind leg, and fight while the female ran.....No, he could not think out his plan and let the female die. He had to attack, before it killed the female. Pausing for a moment longer, Bradan made sure that he could dodge easily, and finally lunged at the mountain lion. Sure, the move was foolish. But when the ivory male sunk his fangs into the lion's hind leg, it snarled and whipped around. Bradan released his grip and ran a short distance away. The mountain lion followed him, and Bradan sent a quick glance towards the female. "Get a safe distance away! Now! Or this will have been for nothing!" He said, quickly, turning his gaze back towards the mountain lion, no longer able to see if she would take his advice and run. ""

Not long after the mountain lion had tried to bite and snap her neck, a large male had made his way to the lion, sinking his canines into the large cat's hind legs as it snarled out in rage and turned toward the male that had saved her. Huata moved out of the way. She stayed there for a moment, this male had saved her, the least she could do is think of something as well. She remembered that things like a tree hollow would be able to make things louder than what they already are. She snuck behind the tree hollow, placing her head down in the opening and howled loudly. The sound carried throughout the forest for it seemed as if a pack of wolves was approaching to help save them. The lion, believing that an actual pack was approaching, darted away from the two wolves.

Huata snickered and walked over to the male. The wound on her cheek was pouring blood, and the opening on her chest dripped blood as well but not as bad as her cheek. Her topaz optics met the male's heterochromatic gaze, and she gave a small smile. "Thank you for saving me. You were very brave, and I thank you again for helping me," she dropped her head low in a bow as she soon placed her head back up. "My name is Huata. Huata Hinto. May I ask your name?"

The female had done something, a howl echoing through the forest, and the mountain lion raced away, leaving Bradan unharmed, luckily for him, and thanks to the female, it seemed. The ivory male glanced at the female, and noticed that she was a pretty female. If it were not for the gashing blood on her cheek and chest, Bradan would have left her to be on her own and find her own healer. If she wasn't able to make it to a healer, then he would blame himself, and the male paused as she moved closer, dipping her head and speaking. She called him brave, thanking him for saving her, and telling him her name. Huata. Bradan smiled at her, dipping his head in a bow, something that he usually wouldn't have done to a normal wolf. "My name is Bradan Xanilov. It is very nice to meet you, and I thank you for helping me as well. " He glanced at the blood and wounds, his mismatched gaze turning back towards the forest for a moment. "You'll need a healer for those wounds. Mind if I come with you?" He asked, softly, and dipped his head to her again. He wasn't usually this polite....But it wasn't every day he ran into a pretty female that wasn't family. ""

Huata smiled and nodded. She had not known many other healers besides herself, a look of kindness in her topaz orbs as they shimmered in the sunlight that peaked out of the clouds. The sun beamed down on top of her, making a spotlight almost as if showing the beauty that was held in her as well as the outside of her. Bradan was a unique name, she thought amongst herself. She began to speak in a calm and kind manner, "Thank you for coming with me, but, I know a few herbs I can use. Besides, I am a healer myself. I may be three but since I had been alone for so long I know how to hunt and heal on my own." She smiled and looked to him with kindness. "But, it has been a while since I had had someone to talk to. I would love the company," She smiled and began to walk to a small bush of herbs.

Sap from trees began to ooze, soon placing the frozen sap onto the snow where the sun was beating down as it began to melt. She dabbed her paw into it and smeared it across her wounds, soon wrapping a leaf around the gash on her chest and placing a small one on her cheek as it began to stop the bleeding.