Changes have become too severe in Anikira, and the wolves have been temporarily relocated to the Anikiran Southern Isles. Things have grown dire and unlivable on the mainland; it was time for outside intervention. Please be sure to review the full update on the staff board for more information!
The current season is fall in the Southern Isles. Due to their proximity to the equator, the region is still warm. There is currently no breeding and no birthing amongst the wolves
It was early, well, early for the afternoon anyways. The morning had started out with so much promise. She had met Lex a while back, but even now she was unsure of what to think of the male. He was friendly enough, kind to her, and he seemed to have a very strong need to protect her. She supposed it was a good thing, but today she found herself alone, and without him or the black female that had also felt the need to protect her. Then again, Lalani had also tried to eat her, so the tiny Ethiopian female was beginning to wonder if the reason behind her protection was nothing more than guilt. But, when she had woken up that morning, she had been alone. The sun was shining, the sky was mostly clear, and there was a light summer breeze blowing through the north. But as the day neared the afternoon, darkness had descended in the form of storm clouds.
She had wandered from where she had spent the night last, and because she had no specific territory or den to stay in at the moment, she found herself growing more and more anxious as the sky got darker. She knew that the ominous clouds carried ran, but she had no idea how truly terrifying the coming storm would be for her. Thankfully, as the first heavy droplets of ran began to fall and splash across her thin fur, she spotted the Niall Caverns up ahead. She picked up her speed, though that really was not saying much because her limp was particularly exaggerated today, and whined softly as the ran began to fall in a steady pour, drenching her red coat and making her pin her ears to her head. It was when the first crash of thunder made her flinch that she basically tripped and stumbled into the nearest hole in the wall of rock, finding the immediate dryness comforting, but the open cavern and the darkness surrounding her equally unnerving.
The darkness, the rain, the thunder, it overwhelmed her senses. At least the ones that were good enough to register anything at this point. In the small, dank cave, her eyes were useless. They were already struggling to make out proper shapes when the storm was beginning, but now everything was dull shadows, and she could barely make out the entrance of the storm. Hell, if it was not for the bright lightning that struck much too close to the rocks for comfort, she likely would not have been able to tell her right from her left. Uncertain of the depth of the cavern, she turned away from the entrance, shivering slightly with cold from the water that dripped from her body as she made her way deeper into the cave. But, unfortunately for her, she could see nothing but darkness, and she tripped over a rather sharp stone, cutting her paw, and stumbled right into the back wall of the cave with a sharp yelp.
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A yawn shook Auron's dark body as he stretched his thin form, laying out at the very back of a dark cave he had stumbled upon a few hours earlier. His nap had served him well, but a change in weather was imminent, even before the sky changed colors. It was evident in the air, a strange electricity that spoke of coming promise, and a peculiar scent that wafted by on the breeze. He loved storms, especially when properly sheltered; though the echoes of thunder would be quite loud and invasive in the small space, he was content to deal with a bit of noise in order to avoid the downpour.
Moments before the storm officially struck, Auron watched as a very small, petite female with bright fur dashed into the stony crevice, clearly seeking the same refuge he had discovered previously. He watched her quietly with his bright gray eyes as she stumbled into the rocks, and he wondered briefly if she was disoriented from the noise or if she was previously disabled. Regardless of the reason, she did not seem to be doing very well for herself, but she managed.
He debated staying silent and hoping she wouldn't discover him, but the chances of that were very rare. The cave was sizable but only one room, and the scent he carried with him had already filled the space. It was only a matter of time before her nose caught on, and so he decided to forgo pretending not to exist and instead lifted himself from the floor of the cave, stretching a bit more as he did. Nails scraped gently on the stone ground, barely heard above the roar of the storm outside. Auron was wondering how he would approach the female--should he speak up right away, or approach her first? His social skills were so rusty he wasn't sure what the correct course of action was.
He decided to do a mixture of both. As he carried his thin frame forward, he lowered his tail and lifted his head slightly, opening his jaws to speak. "I don't mean to alarm you, miss, but I was taking a nap at the back of the cave when you popped in," he said gently, his voice audible above the noise but barely. He came within perhaps ten feet of her before stopping, staying upon all fours and giving his tail a slight and friendly wag--if she were a wolf he needed to impress, it would be wisest to stay on her good side.
OOC Word Count || 431 Tag || @rita Note || I hope it's okay that I took it in this direction!
She whined softly as she lifted her head, grateful that it had been saved somehow from hitting any rocks and knocking her unconscious. Although she would have normally pushed herself to her feet immediately, she instead lowered her head to her injured paw, sniffing at it and frowning as she caught the slight scent of blood. Awesome. Why do I always have the worst luck? She thought to herself, letting her tongue snake out of her mouth to lick up the liquid that oozed slowly from her cut. It was not a terrible injury, but it would take a least a couple days to heal up properly. But then, as if fate were taunting her, the male's scent hit her nose, almost at the same time that his voice hit her ears. Her head lifted, ears perked and tail tucking instinctively between her legs. She could not see him, hell, she could not see anything, but she knew he was close. Well, closer than she would have liked, anyways.
"I don't mean to alarm you, miss, but I was taking a nap at the back of the cave when you popped in." His words were friendly enough, but she did not recognize them. He was a stranger, and therefore dangerous. The last male stranger she had run into had been a part of a pack, a big male, and he had tormented her until she had managed to escape. Now, here she was, backed into a cave with no escape but into the terrible storm - if she was lucky. She had no doubt that this wolf was bigger than her, for she had yet to meet a single wolf that she rivaled in size. "I, uhm, I can leave. I did not know you were in here." She said, surprising herself with the fact that she had been brave enough to say a single word, even though she still could not see the stranger.
If only Lex were here, he would help her. He would protect her. But no, she had wandered off, and now she was alone. Alone with a stranger, who's intentions she knew nothing about. Was it possible that he was friendly? Sure. But it was even more possible that he was like almost every other wolf she had run into besides Lalani and Lex. They were the two that stuck out, they were nice to her, they protected her. But here, here she was alone. Maybe he would let her leave. Maybe he would not want to waste any time on her and simply point her in the direction of the storm and go about the nap that she probably interrupted. But what if he did not? What if he was hungry? Were there cannibals on the island? Lalani had been hunting her, but she had thought she was a fox. Perhaps this male thought the same?
The sharp, metallic scent of blood hit Auron's nose a moment after he had spoken, and he frowned deeply, though it would be hard for the female to see in the blackness of the cavern. He wondered where she was hurt, but did not feel it would be wise to step forward and inspect her. She was conscious enough to be fearful, and that meant that, at least for the moment, she would probably be just fine. No sense in making a tense situation break if it was not necessary.
Quiet, timid words trembled from the small form he saw backlit at the mouth of the cave, though not the words he expected. She had stumbled in where he had been, it was true, but that did not mean he should expect her to leave so that he could be sheltered from the storm in peace. Truthfully, he wouldn't have minded being alone to go back to his nap, or to watch the beautiful thunder, but he would not force a diminutive she-wolf to soak her pelt in a cold and relentless rain.
"Please, it's no bother," he said kindly, staying where he had seated himself to ease her instead of moving closer. She clearly was terrified, both of the storm and himself, and anything he could do in order to make her feel more comfortable, he would. Just because he had poor social skills did not mean he was a monster. "I would never expect anyone to weather this... uh. Weather. Not without shelter. Besides, you don't take up a lot of room, and this cave is plenty large for two."
The metallic scent came to the forefront of his senses again, and Auron felt the sudden need to be of help to this tiny female. The fact that he was nearly three times her size and a complete stranger kept him at his distance, but concern crept into his voice when he next spoke. "Are you hurt? I can smell blood, I hope your injury isn't too severe." The male got to his feet, slowly, and took a single step forward as he spoke. "If you would rather, I can leave you to the cave and find somewhere else to go. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
Word Count || 392 Tag || @rita Muse || Mild Notes || Sorry this is progressing slowly! New characters are hard for me. D:
She could feel the blood slowly oozing down her paw, around a pale nail, and down onto her paw pad and the cave floor below. But she was not focused on that right now. No, she was focused on the invisible wolf that she was sharing the small cavern with. Well, he was not invisible, she was simply blind. Not entirely, but the darkness of the cave and the storm outside took away any bit of hope she had for making out the male's form. "I would never expect anyone to weather this... uh. Weather. Not without shelter. Besides, you don't take up a lot of room, and this cave is plenty large for two." She tilted her head slightly and once again wished she could see his face. Not because she was interested at all in the male, of course, but to see if his words were accompanied by an honest and confident expression. She could never tell when another was manipulating her or not, mostly because she was almost always afraid of other wolves.
She sort of had reason to, of course. She was tiny, and though there were probably wolves smaller than her on the island, she had yet to see any. All the wolves she had run into were enormous compared to her, and she did not dare think about what it would be like to run into more of the wolves from the pack that the enormous male that had tormented her days ago belonged to. She swallowed nervously, sitting down slowly a few meters within the entrance with her tail curling tightly around her paws. Her injured paw, however, was raised slightly, for though she was still shaking and focusing mainly on the male wolf that she still could not see, putting weight on the appendage was becoming painful. When the light returned, she knew she would have to examine it more carefully to make sure that it was not too severely hurt. "Are you hurt? I can smell blood, I hope your injury isn't too severe." Her ears perked slightly, and though her eyes automatically tried to search for the male's face, she knew she would not find it. Instead, she lifted her paw a bit higher, lowering her nose and licking slowly at the injured paw as she kept her ears carefully trained in his direction.
She heard a step, and though she flinched slightly, she heard no follow-up steps, alerting her that he had moved, but he had not approached completely. "If you would rather, I can leave you to the cave and find somewhere else to go. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." She lifted her head as he spoke again, frowning slightly and taking a slow, deep breath. Her injured paw lowered slightly as she shook her head slowly. "No, you don't have to leave. My paw will probably be fine. It is my fault for tripping, anyways." She said, frowning as she carefully shifted in her spot to lean against the wall but keep the pressure off of her paw. She did not know if she was still close to the sharp stones that had caused her injury, but she knew that she was tired and that her soaked coat was only causing her to shiver more. Though she would normally have groomed herself by turning her head and licking her fur dry, but she could not bring herself to turn away from the male in order to do so.
The small female looked like she was about to shake out of her skin, so fearful was she of the larger male. Auron pitied her greatly as he stood quietly before her, feeling as though she might in fact be a sadder creature than he. At least she looked well-fed, instead of starving. Perhaps she could help me hunt, he thought to himself, amused by the prospect.
When she leaned against the wall and licked her paw delicately, the male flinched with ghost pain for her. The wound was hard to see from where he was, but if it was bad enough that she couldn't put weight on it, it must have been painful enough to be a problem. Auron noticed that she was still close to the probable culprit--the sharp rocks on the edges of the wall--and since she looked in his direction but not necessarily at him, he wasn't convinced that she could see well. In as gentle a way he could, the male spoke again. "Miss, you should probably move to the side. The wall you're leaning against has more sharp rocks and I'd hate for you to injure yourself further."
Grey eyes observed her carefully, unsure of how to proceed. She was shaking, likely cold, and injured; in addition, she was too terrified of him to help herself and he felt awful. If she were to catch some sort of illness from exposure, or an infection in her foot, he would feel absolutely terrible. However, there was not much he could do from across the cave, and it would be highly presumptuous of him to assume she would, even after getting to know him, allow him to do anything to help her. He would have to try, though, to keep himself from feeling incredibly guilty.
With a soft sigh he shook his head, annoyed by himself. Here he had gone two years without feeling a single thing for another wolf, and yet this poor little female comes along and suddenly he wants to help her. Auron, what has happened to you? he wondered to himself, taking another deliberate step forward to bring himself closer yet to the tiny wolf. "My name is Auron. Will you let me help you?" he asked in his kindest voice, hoping she would take his sincerity as truth instead of, as she seemed to be, mistrusting him out of fear. "You're clearly hurt, and cold. If you won't let me help you, at least groom yourself dry so you can be comfortable."
Word Count || 440 Tag || @rita Muse || Getting better Notes || A little dry. My apologies!
She could feel his eyes on her, even if she could not see him. She caught a glimpse of a couple sparks of light every time the lightning flashed behind her from what she could only assume were his eyes, but she could not be sure. She swallowed nervously again as she heard his paws approaching once more, and she could not help but jump ever so slightly as his voice echoed through the cave once more. "Miss, you should probably move to the side. The wall you're leaning against has more sharp rocks and I'd hate for you to injure yourself further." She looked down, as if she could really see what he was talking about even though it was only darkness that greeted her eyes. Carefully she shifted, moving away from the wall and hopefully the sharp stones that had injured her paw. Luckily, she was already used to limping on the now injured foot, so the movement was not far from typical for her. What she did not expect, however, was that her movements would take her right towards the male. She, of course, failed to calculate how much space was between them correctly, and instead of stopping a few feet away from him as she had planned, she instead ran right into his chest with her forehead.
The impact, of course, caused her to fall backwards onto her ass, leaving her in a sitting position only inches in front of the much larger male. She grunted softly, an automatic reaction of surprise and from the blunt pain that shot for only a moment through her head. "My name is Auron. Will you let me help you?" His words were slightly muffled in her ears by a crack of thunder outside, but she heard the majority of what he had said. Auron. She did not have the time, or concentration to think about the strangness of the name. Then again, she really had no right to judge. Either way, she was far too busy with the realization that she was sitting right in front of the other wolf. But, as she sat there longer, almost frozen in fear, she realized he was not hurting her. He did not want to hurt her. Not like Sabaoth had. No, he had said he wanted to help her. She swallowed awkwardly now, nodding her head slowly and taking a slow, shaky breath. She was still shivering, though only now did she realize it was because of the cold combined with her dripping fur.
She did not move away, but instead she turned her head slightly, very slowly, to lick at her shoulder. She knew that grooming herself would only do so much to keep her warm, but she would still be wet after licking away as much water as possible. The cave itself was cold, and though the wind was blowing most of the rain away from the entrance, there was a small pool collecting on the threshold where the ground dipped down slightly. It would likely be a puddle that stretched from one side of the entrance to the other by the time the storm ended, but she had no intention of leaving the cave until at least then. It took her a while, but eventually she stopped licking her fur and instead swiped her tongue slowly over her injured paw. It was no longer bleeding, but now that she was not shivering as terribly, she realized the dull throb in the tiny appendage as she held it up against her chest. The storm outside did not appear to be lightening up at all, and though the cracks of thunder were getting further and further apart, the rain still fell heavily right outside the entrance.
As she collided with him, Auron was careful not to move, lest she interpret any movements from him as threatening. She hardly made him budge, being a third his size, and he couldn't help but smile slightly as she fell backwards, though he quickly replaced the expression in case she could see better than he thought (though, since she wasn't able to see well enough not to hit him, he doubted it).
Slowly, cautiously, she began to groom herself, somehow pulling her attention from him in order to attempt to lessen her uncomfortable state. Auron watched silently, unsure of what he should do. Clearly it would be over the line to help her at this point, but he also did not want to sit silently, several inches from her, and watch her lick her fur. She abruptly stopped and began to lick her injured paw instead, holding it pathetically at her chest. Auron's concern for her returned in full force, and he cocked his head to the side, half-closing his eyes as a flash of lightning assaulted his senses.
"It's not bleeding anymore," he pointed out simply to say something, unable to handle the silence for reasons he could not think of. He had been alone for years now, but suddenly he longed for more interaction. Perhaps a pack would be helpful to him. "But it must hurt something awful. Is there anything I can do to help?" Auron did not know what he would do to help, but he felt the need to ask anyway. Perhaps she knew something of healing herbs and could direct him? Though, of course, it would have to wait until the treacherous storm subsided.
"Can I call you something?" the male asked after another moment, feeling bad that he did not know how to address the small creature before him. Certainly she had a name, but she did not seem eager to divulge the information, even after he spoke his own name first. A thought came to him, and he smiled slightly. "You can make a name up, if you prefer. Though I'm not sure what power I would have by knowing your name, except that I could speak to you a bit more personably." She was shy and gentle and quiet, but Auron was finding himself amused as well as concerned for this poor wolf. It was clear that she belonged to no one just as he did, and maybe they could work together for a time. Surely she had something useful to contribute, hunting or tracking skills, while he would provide her with at least a larger companion to potentially deter any dangerous encounters.
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"It's not bleeding anymore." Her eyes lifted to his face as he spoke, but she only caught a blurry glimpse of it as the lightning flashed behind her for a brief few moments. Then she was plunged back into darkness, and she could not help but sigh softly. Clearly he would not hurt her, so perhaps she could finally let herself relax. She tried to, and then her mind went back to his words. She did not need him to tell her that, but maybe he was just uncomfortable. Hell, when she thought about it, she really could not blame him. She was sitting right in front of him and had been grooming herself. He did not touch her, which she was silently thankful for, but she had to admit that she was still cold. Finally, he spoke again, making her tilt her head slightly and then frown. "Can I call you something?" He was nice, she had to admit that much. She had gotten lucky here, just like she had when she had met Lex at the river a few weeks back.
"I would prefer you to call me Rita." She said, knowing that he had not meant to ask if he could literally call her 'something'. She had been rude not to give him her name when he had first introduced himself, so she hoped that the soft laugh she offered with her words was enough for him to know that she was a bit more relaxed and more open to his presence and apologetic for her lack of manners. The storm seemed to be lightening slightly now, though as she glanced back behind her, she was able to make out the growing puddle in the entrance as lightning flashed across the cave's opening. They would be stuck in here together for a bit now, but as she thought about it, she had to admit that she really was in no shape to be traveling right now anyways. Perhaps a nap would make her feel better, and at the very least it would help her ignore the throbbing in her paw for a short time. Maybe by the time she woke up, she would be feeling better, she would be dry, and the storm would be over.
With a soft sigh, she shifted her position slightly, careful not to put weight on her paw as she slowly laid down in front of him. "I hope you don't mind if I rest some. I don't think this storm will be stopping for a while, still." She said, finally realizing how tired she truly was. She had already determined that Auron would not hurt her, and though she still did not know what he looked like, she felt that she could trust him. Even if it was just for the short time they would be stuck together in the cave while the storm raged outside. If he was going to do anything to hurt her, he would have done it by now. Her head slowly lowered, her injured paw tucked against her chest, and rested lightly on her other, outstretched paw. Her tail curled against her back legs to keep them as warm as possible, and she curled up into a loose ball, her eyes closing, but her ear turned in his direction in case he had something to say.
Rita, he thought quietly to himself, smiling simply because he could and not because she could see it. She's nice. I wonder if she'll tremble in her sleep, too. Auron was not concerned with how long it took her to reveal her name; he was a stranger to wolfy politeness, and as far as he was concerned, she could have refused to answer entirely. It made no difference to him.
As she settled down to sleep, the larger male nodded his head. "Feel free. I'll be over here," he responded, moving himself to the space between Rita and the cave entrance, close to but not within touching distance of the incoming rain and subsequent puddle at the maw of the cavern. He walked in several circles before plopping his thick-coated body down onto the cold floor of the cave, flopping 'gracefully' onto his side with his back to the entrance. It was a deep-seated instinct to protect the female from whatever may come seeking the same shelter that the two wolves had already claimed. He kept his grey eyes open for a moment to watch Rita's breathing slow, evening out as she fell into what he hoped was a decent sleep. Heavy lids closed over his eyes a little while later, and his own mind shut down as he began to nap as well.
------- Some Amount of Time Later -------
The storm had lessened while the two slept; by the time Auron was stretching his limbs out before him, the sun was out again, albeit close to setting, and the clouds were completely dissipated from the sky. Eyes blinked away sleep as he rose to sternal, yawning widely before glancing outside. He was pleased with the scene--everything was damp but starting to dry in the brightness of pre-dusk, and the puddle at the entrance to the cave was wide but no longer growing, and easily could be jumped (though it would be no trouble to step through, either) by the average wolf.
Speaking of average wolves, Auron thought, glancing beside him to where Rita lay, a few feet away. She appears to have slept well. Another stretch followed his thoughts before he began to stand, then thought better of it. If this poor female thought he was becoming a threat by blocking her exit and towering over her where she lay, things might escalate quickly and he did not want to frighten her now, seeing as she trusted him enough to let her guard down. He did not speak, either, but simply cleared his throat loudly, hoping the sound would not shock her awake.
Light, warmth, silence. It all poured into the small cavern at once. Her sleep, however, was not disturbed. Her paws twitched lightly in her sleep, an uneventful dream making her mimic the action of running in minuscule and minute reactions to the outside world. Finally, however, the sound of the male wolf that had been invisible to her before pulled her from her sleep. She inhaled deeply, stretching her legs out as she remained on her side until her eyes slowly opened. Where am I? She asked herself, slowly blinking and trying to clear the sleep out of her eyes. She must not have been asleep for long, but it was clear the storm had ended, so it must have been at least a couple hours.
Her small head lifted slowly, brown eyes finally remaining steadily open as she looked around. The cave was bigger than she had originally imagined it to be, and with the dim light that poured in from the entrance, she could finally see the sharp rocks that had cut open her paw during the storm. Thinking of her paw, she looked down, tilting her head slightly as she lifted the injured appendage up slightly to inspect it. It was not bleeding, and though there were no scabs quite yet, the skin around the nail and pad was swollen and red. It would be more than mildly uncomfortable to put weight on it, but she figured that it would only take at most a week for it to heal enough to run on again.
Then again, she only ran when she really needed to, which was usually when she was too scared to stay in one place or when she was running away from something or someone that was trying to hurt her. It was then, as that thought crossed her mind, that she remembered the male that she was sharing the cave with. Her head turned in his direction, eyes still confused, but the fear was no longer quite as boldly visible in them. "Hey." She said softly, offering him a small smile and tilting her head as she finally let her eyes take in the image of the invisible wolf. He was fairly handsome, much larger than her, and covered in dark and light fur. She had seen other wolves with fairly similar coloring, but she had never truly been able to sit so close to another and observe it so freely.
She slowly rolled onto her stomach, tucking her injured paw underneath her chest lightly as she looked up at him. He had laid between her and the entrance, as if protecting her from anything else that might have attempted to take shelter in the same cavern. "Did you sleep at all?" She asked, stretching slowly and finally pushing herself up onto her feet. Her injured paw remained lifted slightly, though the nails brushed lightly on the dirt on the ground beneath her as she tilted her head and looked past him to the world outside. She could tell the light was fading, but she was desperately hungry now and not quite sure whether or not she would be able to find anything to eat before night descended upon them.
As she started to wake, Auron lifted himself into a sit, rolling his shoulders back and flexing each of his paws in turn. It was nice to work all of the little muscles and tendons, and helped him relax further--not that he had been tense for the past few days, but lying on a stone floor certainly wasn't great for the muscles. Rita turned herself toward him and smiled, and he smiled right back, baring his teeth for a short moment before lowering his lips back over them. She seemed much more relaxed as well, and Auron was grateful that she felt he deserved her trust.
She spoke softly, inspected him, then glanced outside of the cave, and spoke again. It was curious to him, that she seemed concerned as to whether or not he slept. Kind, sure, but very strange. Did it affect her, if he had been rolling around restlessly or sleeping soundly? So he shrugged his shoulders, as she seemed able to see him now, and caught her eyes with his own. "I slept fine," he said simply, nodding his head. "How, uh. How about you, Rita?" he asked awkwardly, unsure if that was the correct response or if he should have simply talked about something else. Hopefully he would learn some wolf manners the more he interacted with them.
A sudden sound, followed by a pain in his gut, caused Auron to frown and glance down at his belly. It had been the rumble of hunger, likely heard throughout the cave. He could not remember the last time he had eaten, though this was the first time in several hours that he noticed his body asking for sustenance. Sheepishly he glanced over at Rita, again shrugging his shoulder. "Evidently I am in need of a meal. Trouble is, I'm just about the worst hunter you'll ever find, if you couldn't tell," he said without shame, lifting his left front leg and turning sideways so Rita could see the skin stretched tightly over his prominent ribs.
Lowering his leg again, he stretched one more time before lifting himself entirely off the floor of the cave, shaking out his pelt again as well. Auron glanced over his shoulder at the world outside, still bright enough to get around without trouble, and sniffed the air deeply, sensing mostly the smell of the wetness but also various potential prey items. "I don't suppose you would be well enough to accompany me, teach me a few tricks? I'd be grateful for the company, unless your paw is hurting still," the male said kindly, turning back to face the tiny female and nod at her. "I understand if you would rather rest. If I go by myself and manage to catch anything, I'd be willing to bring it back to share. You were kind enough to let me share the shelter with you, after all."
He was still laying down, resting peacefully in front of her no matter how awkward his words were. But he stood up only a few moments later and showed off his extremely skinny body. The light in the cave was still fairly dim, but she could make out his coloring for the most part. When he turned and showed himself off, her mind flashed back to her encounter with Sabaoth. He had attacked her, toyed with her, and threatened her. She shivered slightly, but after a few moments she shook her head, swallowing awkwardly and exhaling slowly. "I, uhm, I can try. We might have better luck scavenging, though." She said, knowing that her paw would only increase her limp and she would not be able to pounce on prey or run them down.
"I think there are a couple of predators that hunt in the woods near here, but I can't promise that they won't be guarding their catches." She said softly. She carefully made her way forward, limping heavily on her injured paw as she neared the entrance. The water that had gathered had created a rather large puddle, but it would likely be simple for the male to leap over. She, on the other hand, would have more trouble getting over it. Perhaps she could make it through fairly easily, but if she slipped she could cause herself a whole other set of issues on top of the ones she already had plaguing her. She knew they were likely to at least find some sort of leftovers, but perhaps she could possibly coach him into catching some small, live prey for them both.
She would be no help when it came down to catching live prey that was running away from them, but perhaps she could help him figure it out at least a bit. She had never hunted anything large, mostly because of her size, but he would have better luck with what she knew she could never manage. She moved slower now, limping carefully into the puddle of water and making her way slowly into the sunlight. With any luck, he would be close enough to catch her if she were to fall. Then again, she had no right to rely on him for anything, let along keeping her from falling on her face.
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