Guardian Down
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It drew her closer, her paws stepping only where she thought the land could hold her. She would not want to be in his situation, half dead and his fate determined on whoever came along; which happened to be her. After the longest time, or what it seemed like to her, Lyria stood before the male. If she sunk her teeth into him now, would he be able to fight back even if he did wake up? She wasn't sure if he was sick, and she didn't want to be like him. Standing there, unsure of what she should do, Lyria would change her mind several times, never really deciding on what to do.
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The faintly threatening words of a voice drifting to her on the breeze piqued her interest and - though most of her wanted to just keep walking and not interact with anyone at all - she was curious. Who was the voice talking to in such a manner? Sweeping haughtily up the path, she was startled to see a crumpled, dirty looking, ratty vagabond being confronted by tiny pale thing she assumed belonged to the voice, since the voice had been female. She was considerably taller than the pale girl, and probably a bit taller than the male too though she couldn't really tell with him laying down. She had the advantage here, and Vana knew it. She fairly strutted as she closed the distance between her and the pair.
"Why would he want you to help him if you're going to boss him around as soon as he's better?" she sneered at the smaller girl. "You're just a little kid anyway." She swept an unpracticed but not entirely untaught evaluating gaze over the injured male - normally she wouldn't volunteer to help such a... dirty, disgusting looking thing, but she was naturally contrary and if the other girl was going to try to get something out of the situation well, Vana was going to try to take it from her. What she saw caused her face to wrinkle in disgust. "When's the last time you had something to eat? Or a bath?" His sanitary practices were hardly the worst of his problems, what with the blood leaking from his nose and cuts on his body, but still. Ew.
Tsking irritably and being none to gentle about it, she circled and poked at his legs with a paw, seeking to see if there were any displaced joints or broken bones. Her bedside manner was not fantastic but at least she had a fair idea of what to look for. "What hurts?"
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Before the taller wolf could speak, another wolf came around. Already, Lyria was irritated. The words did nothing to help. "You're just a little kid anyways." A low growl rumbled in her throat, blue violet gaze narrowing as she glared up at the taller female. "And I don't think you have any right waltzing in here like you own the place." At the moment, she was all too ready for a fight, win or lose. But it seemed her words wouldn't have that much effect, the larger female already turning her gaze to the injured male. Growling to herself, she would glare at the two, no longer paying attention to the words. It was just some weird healing stuff, anyways.
Her fur bristling, she eyed the taller female before turning and walking back the way she came.
--EXIT LYRIA--