Hoping for a Miracle (Open)

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Dainty red paws picked carefully through the marshy terrain, moving the tiny she-wolf forward and into Tor's Marsh from the plains of the Aveline. She had spent her morning hunting mice, and though she was typically talented in the art, today she had come up with only a few small snacks. Her dark yellow eyes scanned the area surrounding her, hoping for even the slightest hint of a meal. Why she would come here in hopes of food baffled even her, but since she knew very little about these territories still, she had managed to wander here by chance. Luckily for her, there was prey here. The only problem was, she had to catch it.

She had never hunted duck before, and with the threat of crocodiles and water moccasins, she had to be extra careful. She was several yards away from the feathery animals - who had yet to see her - and she sank down so that the fur on her belly began to brush against the soggy ground beneath her. The animals were in the water, floating lazily and pecking at reeds every once in a while. The red-hued female carefully edged closer along the edge of the murky water, her eyes on her target and unfortunately, not on muddy water beside her. Her next step proved to be a huge mistake, and as her small paw hit the dark liquid, causing it to ripple outwards, she stopped and held her breath. Yet another mistake. Yes, she had alerted the ducks of her approach, sending them up into the air noisily, but she had also alerted something else.

With a heavy sigh, she watched her prey fly away, her left paw resting a few inches into the water beside her. That's when it happened. There was another ripple in the water, this time originating from within its depths. Her tail flicked and her eyes finally moved down to the water, curious as to the source of the movement of the water against her leg. It all happened too fast. The scaled creature lunged from the water, she sprang backwards - but not fast enough. Teeth closed on her left hind leg and she cried out in pain, scrambling against the soft terrain to free herself from the creatures jaws. The crocodile had a different idea, and instead of releasing her, it instead dragged her into the water, where - lucky for her - it shifted to get a better grip, giving her just enough time to pull her leg free and claw her way onto the bank. Finally free of the enormous jaws, she pulled herself backwards, snarling at the creature as it emerged from the water once more and made a slower approach. She continued to pull herself backwards, dragging her bleeding and twisted hind leg as she went, finally coming to a dead end against a large rock and a thick tree-trunk.

Somehow she had managed to get herself trapped, and though the crocodile was in full view now, her only escape would be to leap up onto the rock, which she could not do without the use of her left hind leg. So she did all she could, turning on the creature and snarling defensively, baring her teeth and pinning her ears back. All she could do now was hope that the animal decided she was not worth the fight. It was only a couple yards away from her now, and she pressed herself back against the rock silently praying for some miracle that would save her life.

Word Count: 594
Muse: So-so
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Notes: Open for anyone to post ^.^

[Kenai]

Deciding to leave his sister and friend Tchiya to become better acquainted with each other without his interference, Kenai walked on by himself to enjoy the land a little now that he didn't have to worry about his sister's well-being.

He had to admit there were a number of better views to find in the island than the one that stared back at him now. However, this did not diminish his enjoyment of the solitude.

Soft earth beneath his large paws meant he left extremely clear prints in the ground, but why should he worry? If anything it would mean it would be that much easier to follow his trail back. Despite the melancholy first impression this Marsh presented for itself, it was still teeming with character and probably exhilarating untold stories.

He was dwelling on exactly what sort of stories when a few ducks flapped noisily upward and away from the earth, disturbed by some unseen nuisance. The large multi-colored male was about to turn away from the sight when he heard a loud cry echo around him. A heart-wrenching, terrified sound. Immediately, his body stilled and tensed as his ears swiveled to locate its source. Dark sunset colored eyes scanned hurriedly for any signs of trouble. Finally, his sensitive ears found what they were listening for and he bolted to find whoever issued such a sound as fast as he could.

All thought of peace and calm was gone. Whomever was in trouble may not have much time. He was expecting to find a wolf but not the crocodile that was herding her into a corner. He heard only stories about the terrors that Croc's were capable of, he has never seen one before.

The female was certainly behaving in a brave manner, or was it fear? He wondered why she was not making her escape, surely she was not naïve enough to take on such a monster by herself! That was when he noticed the smell of blood, of course he could not tell whom the blood was coming from, but it stood to reason the fiery female was somehow harmed by the beast and could not prevail her escape because of it.

Without further thought, Kenai launched himself forward. He must do something to at least distract the behemoth so she could escape. A deep, short bark escaped his chest as his long, powerful legs brought his closer and closer to them. He didn't know how this would turn out, all he knew was it was in both their best interests to avoid the Crocodile's teeth.

Grabbing whatever came first with his teeth, Kenai latched onto the thick scaled tail and bit down as hard as he could. Perhaps it would turn and ignore her long enough for the stranger to get away. That's all he hoped for...

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The creature was drawing nearer and nearer, leaving only a matter of feet between them as she put in one last effort to discourage his attack. Soon it was clear that she had no effect on the crocodile, and she resigned to pinning herself back against the rock and lowering towards the ground to get as far away from it as possible. All hope for a rescue was gone as her life flashed before her eyes as she stared up at the creature with nothing but fear. All of her previous hope and bravery was gone, leaving nothing but pure terror as it's jaws opened wide for another attack. Her eyes closed as she cringed and waited for the strike, but to her surprise, none came.

Instead there was a whirlwind of fur and a clashing of teeth as the crocodile's jaws snapped shut while it turned on the male that had closed it's jaws on the scaled tale. Her eyes opened slowly, the sight before her leaving her stunned and confused as the distance between her and her attacker grew. There was her escape, and without any more hesitation, she limped her way to safety, pushing herself forward until she could not move any longer. She was on the edge of the marsh now, the fields to her right and the marsh on her left as her form collapsed into the tall grasses. If it were not for her red-hued fur she would have been lost in the foliage as she laid there, whimpering softly and panting heavily from the effort of dragging herself to safety.

She had not had time to get a good look at her rescuer, but from the scent left behind she managed to decipher that it was a male wolf, seemingly unaligned to one of the packs of Anikira. But soon her attention turned to the seemingly mangled hind leg that was - by some strange miracle - still attached to her small body. She shifted slightly to lick the injury that was still bleeding profusely, but stopped as a searing pain ran up her spine and left her dizzy. Maybe it was the blood loss or maybe it was the pain, but soon her world began to darken and with another soft whimper it all went black, leaving her laying limp and seemingly lifeless in the grass with the only sign of life appearing as the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed shallowly.

Word count: 416
Muse: So-so
Tags: Kenai

[Kenai]

Sinking his teeth into the tough flesh, Kenai could no longer focus any attention on the injured female. It took all his might to hang onto the thrashing tail and not be thrown off into oblivion. With a fierce growl, Kenai shook as hard as he could. By now, the croc had enough of the annoying lupine attached to his tail.

It turned and snapped, causing Kenai to curl his body up in order not to lose his hind legs. The male let go, he had to in order to avoid its teeth. Pinning his ears back, he growled and tucked his tail under himself to protect it.

No matter how much he growled, the croc wasn't about to let up. He stole a glance and saw that the female was gone. He was glad she moved to safety. Now the only thing he had to do was get out of here...

He paused too long and the croc took a bite in his direction, catching Kenai's ear in the process. Luckily it only tore a piece off but it was close enough to scare the brute. Deciding it was now or never, Kenai growled and ran. Not the most dramatic or heroic way to exit, but he really wasn't one for making a scene.

The giant lizard seemed more interested in throwing a fit as it returned to the water than pursuing the faster wolf. Once Kenai felt he went a safe distance, he slowed and sniffed the air. Blood still tainted the air, his best shot was to follow it.

Adrenalin still coursed through his veins when he found her laying there amongst the tall grass. He paused, lowered his head and watched. Was she mortally wounded and life escaped her body? He crept closer to her form carefully and he realized she was still alive. What do I do? Sydas is the one who knows how to heal the best. I don't know which plants are good or bad on the island.

He watched her closer and decided that warmth would at least ease the burden. The kind hearted male took a deep breath, he wasn't to comfortable around females - they made him nervous. But if it helped her live, he would have to touch her.

Steeling himself, he crept up to her and laid down next to the flame touched female, sharing his heat with her. He did make sure that he avoided contact with the obvious wound on her leg which was most likely bestowed up on her by the crocodile.

"Be at peace, no one will harm you." He wasn't sure if she could hear him or not but it was better than just laying there in silence.

Word Count: 454

Tagged: @kyra

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The darkness had a firm grip on her as the male followed the trail of her blood to where she now laid in the tall grasses. Her body was limp and her chest rose and fell slowly, the only sign that life still filled her as the blood finally ceased to flow. Luckily for her, her leg was salvageable with a thorough cleaning and plenty of rest. No major veins had been punctured and she would make it through with only a slight limp at the very worst. The sudden warmth that surrounded her as the male laid beside her coaxed her slowly back into consciousness, and after what must have been at least an hour, her eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Wha-who-where am I?"

All of her questions seemed to melt into one stuttering mess as she looked up at the stranger, her head still spinning and her muscles weak and frail from the loss of blood she had suffered. Slowly her mind began to put the pieces back together, and as her eyes scanned his face, they fell on the ear that the crocodile had managed to catch in its teeth. She frowned slightly, doing her best to shift in an effort to push herself up enough to reach the injured ear with her nose.

"You're hurt..."

She said softly, trying to take care of the injury he had suffered, and instead wincing and collapsing in a heap against him once more. Instead of trying again, she sighed heavily, letting her head lower so that it rested on the thick grass in front of her. Her leg ached and though she wanted nothing more than to turn and lick the dirt and muck from the injury, she felt like she could not move at all. So for now, she laid still and quiet, grateful for the help but much too proud and exhausted to admit it. Her body curled up against him with his larger form basically engulfing her completely, that is, other than the injured leg that stuck out awkwardly from her balled-up form. Her eyes had closed once more, her ears flattened to the sides as a cold breeze blew against her exposed leg, making her shiver and whine softly in pain and protest. Though she tried to pull the leg into a more sheltered location against her huddled form, the movement only left her whining and cringing in pain. Eventually she stopped trying and resigned to laying still and silent, shivering every once in a while and cuddling into the large stranger that had saved her life.

Word count: 435
Muse: So-so
Tags: Kenai

[Kenai]

All he could do was wait. Wait for some sign that she was ok. As the minutes ticked by, her breathing became deeper and more steady and his worrisome disposition dwindled.

Eventually, her golden eyes opened and seemed to struggle to focus on much of anything. He wasn't sure if her words were brought about by panic of his presence or the trauma of what she just went through. "Hush, please remain calm, milady. It's alright." His baritone voice spoke quietly so as not to frighten her any more than she possibly was.

He thought it was ironic that she was concerned over his superficial wound instead of her own damaged limb. He stiffened as she tried to reach it, a fur covered statue at the closeness of her face. However, his body regained movement as she yelped in pain and her whole being crumbled back to the earth.

"Please have no concern for me, take care of your own needs to become well again." He wasn't sure if she was slipping back into the darkness. The femme snuggled back down and closer into his heat after acknowledging that movement wasn't the best option at the moment.

Flame colored eyes stared at the awkward, damaged hind leg stretched out before them wishing that he knew something to ease the anguish is was obviously causing her. For now she seemed content to stay laying next to him, but who knew how long it would be before her shock wore off and the pain increased.

Perhaps she knew what would be helpful and could tell him what to go get. Surely a simple word picture would prove sufficient to identify a simple plant. Looking down at her, he became unsure if she was even fit to ask right now. Instead, Kenai stayed put and let her recuperate for the moment before he would tax her with questions.  

Word Count: 315

OOC: Sorry for the short post, my muse is failing at the moment.

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She was not exactly surprised when he resisted her help and told her to care for herself, but there was nothing she could really do at the moment. She could not reach the injury without a pain running through her small form, so instead she laid still, breathing slowly and doing her best not to voice the pain that was gradually increasing. After a while, he went silent, and the little red-hued female opened her eyes again, wincing as she lifted her head and looked up at the stranger that had saved her life. He seemed uncomfortable, though she was sure she would be as well, if it were not for the immobilizing pain that kept her curled up against his warmth for the time being.

"I need to clean it, is there water nearby?"

She asked, her voice weak and forced as she swallowed and winced in her beginnings of an attempt to stand. She was hoping for a clean, running water source, somewhere that she could clean off her leg and at the same time sooth the searing pain with the cool water. But from where she was laying now, she not only failed to decipher a location of such a water source, but also where exactly she was. It was all tall grass to her, with trees from the marsh looming over her tiny, huddled form. She could make out no landmarks or anything familiar, and though she hated the idea, she found herself at the mercy of her rescuer in hopes that he knew this area better than she did.

There was no way she would be able to raise herself to her feet on her own, but that did not stop her from trying. She held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut as she lifted herself, wincing and whining in pain as she did so. However, her stubbornness proved helpful in this situation, and instead of letting herself collapse like her body was screaming at her to do, she pushed even harder, forcing herself onto three very wobbly and unstable legs and finally bringing herself face to face with the much-larger wolf. Now, she would have loved to simply find a water source and clean her leg on her own, but as she took a single step forward, she lost her balance and fell backwards into a heap with a painful yelp.

Word count: 400
Muse: Medium
Tags: Kenai

[Kenai]

Brown furred ears perked as she asked for water. The only water he knew of was the croc infested pool they just came from. However, as this was a marsh, water had to be prevalent. "I shall look for water if you wish. There must be some near by." He didn't move in case she bid him to stay beside her. Even though, his body was still, his eyes and nose were hard at work to find what she was looking for.

Movement beside him broke his concentration and he looked down at the smaller female struggling to her feet. An objection was on his lips, but before he would utter the words, she was somewhat on her feet and attempting to shuffle forwards.

She was certainly stubborn and determined but she would only hurt herself more if she kept trying to move without help. "Please, milady, if you are going to try and find it on your own - I suggest you at least lean against me for support. There is no weakness in admitting when you need help."

He looked down at her as he stood, a towering shadow as she lay on the ground. He was concerned for her welfare but there was no logical way to bring water to her, he must bring her to the water. From the look of her, he should be able to bear her weight with ease - his only concern was the distance they may have to travel to find what they were looking for.

"I can only apologize for my lack of knowledge, I am not from around here." He spoke with a touch of regret in his voice, if he was a native then there would be no doubt that he could actually do something worth while when it came to healing.

He regretted now not taking more time to explore places on his long journey through the island, but at the time there was only one thing on his mind - finding his uncle. But now, what good was he, really?

Word Count: 341

@kyra

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Before she knew it, she was on the ground again and the male was standing, towering over her. It was then that it all hit her. How had she not noticed? This wolf, a complete stranger to her, had absolutely no reason to help her. In fact, he was much larger and stronger than her, and in her weakened state, could easily kill her without a second thought. Now, any truly weak and small female like herself would shy away and maybe even cower fearfully, but if the past couple hours was any true example of her character and personality, that was clearly not Kyra. Nope, she was much too stubborn and proud to behave in such a weak and pathetic manner. However, because of the frail condition of her mind at the time, she failed to conceal the brief flash of fear and panic that filled her eyes before finally managing to contain it behind a hard and guarded expression. Unfortunately, she had been staring right up at him at the time, so with a deep breath and a long exhale, she pushed herself carefully to her feet.

She was still unstable and wobbly, but she managed to hold herself up well enough to lift her head slowly. The male was right, however, there was no way she could walk or find any water source on her own. So, once again, she arrived at yet another place where she had to swallow her pride. Carefully, as if the male's fur was made of fire, she let herself lean against him, her ears pinned back and her jaw clenched, clearly displaying her distaste with her current predicament. But she did not have much of a choice in the matter, water would not simply appear on its own, after all. She kept her mouth shut and her eyes forward as she carefully took a step, using the larger male's side to keep herself from collapsing once more. Soon she was limping slowly forwards, her injured hind leg dragging painfully behind her as she inhaled deeply, searching for any sign of clean, running water.

Lucky for her, there appeared to be a large stream not too far off, leading right into the swamp. Sure, the water began to grow murky as it neared the dark water of the marsh itself, but the portion that ran through the plains nearby seemed clear and safe enough. Careful not to fall or stumble, she made her way slowly to the clearer portion of the flowing water, her ears still pinned back in annoyance and her eyes narrowed slightly. The sooner she could walk on her own, the better. But for now she came to a stop at the edge of the water, carefully laying down so that her injured leg was almost completely submerged in the clear liquid. Almost instantly she sighed in relief, the clear water turning a slight reddish-brown from the blood as it began to slowly wash away the dirt and filth from the injury. The process would require that she left her leg in the water for a while, so she shifted slightly to get herself comfortable, finally letting herself relax as her head slowly lowered to rest on her front paws on dry land.

Word count: 547
Muse: Moderate
Tags: Kenai

[Kenai]

The flash of fear was swallowed almost as quickly as it came. Kenai was far to polite to make mention of it and chalked it up to the possibility of her suffering from some trauma from her adventure with the crocodile. She must know by now he meant her no harm, however he could understand how she must feel in her injured state.

He stayed still and steady as she almost unwillingly rose to lean on him. They began to walk, slowly, in the direction chosen by female which thankfully led to exactly what she was looking for. Kenai kept his pace exceedingly slow in attempt to make sure she didn't try to push herself too fast too soon, but who knew if he had any effect on her.

She was obviously dissatisfied with her situation, so Kenai kept silent as she seemed to prefer that right now. He had to pretend she was Sydas at first in order to avoid his nerves from wrecking his good intentions and end up just standing there like statue.

Finally they reached their destination and he stayed close by to assist her into the cold stream in case she needed help. Once she was down, he kept his sentry and laid down on the dry land a fair distance from her in an effort to ease both wolves discomfort. He did not want to appear clingy or irritate her anymore than she obviously was.

His ear was still quite painful and every breath of wind that brushed up against it brought a new wave of pain crashing through his head. But it was nothing compared to what she was going through so ignored it, planning on attending to it later.

He thought about who she may be and where she was from. Is she a native or a foreigner like us?

The large male needed to be conscious of where his eyes landed, he didn't want to appear to be staring and make things worse. To make sure he wouldn't stare, he kept a constant survey of the area around them, enabling him to surely notice any and all new comers that may happen upon them. He wasn't sure she even wanted him there, but she would just have to deal with it until things got better for her.

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The small female kept her leg in the water as the stranger kept watch over her, though after a short while of watching him laying there anxiously with his head turning every which way she sighed softly. "You should come clean that ear. There is not anyone nearby, the wind is blowing towards the stream from where you are sitting and I do not hear a thing. Relax a bit." She said softly, surprising herself with the reassuring and soft sound of her voice. That just did not happen for her, so it confused her when she listened to herself. But right now, with her leg soaking in the cold stream and the male that had saved her laying not too far off, she let it slide. She would return to her old self later, but for now she let herself fall into a rather pleasant demeanor. It was the least she could do, after all, since he was the one that had saved her life. She would have definitely died if he had not showed up when he had.

She watched him curiously for a few moments, wondering whether he would ignore her or not. It was clear he was on-edge, watching over her and keeping his distance as if he were afraid she would rip his head off if he came any closer. She could understand his behavior, but at the same time she thought it was a bit ridiculous. He had helped her, and even gotten hurt in the process. She had no right to be upset with him for that. It would be immature and selfish, so she put her pride to the side for the time being. "I'm Kyra, by the way." She said softly, tilting her head and pricking her ears as she watched him. She was still waiting for him to come and join her, but she would not force him to abandon his position of sentry if he did not want to.

Word count: 337
Muse: low
Tags: Kenai
Notes: I am soooo sorry this took so long and is so short!

[Kenai]

After the silence reigning over the them for so long, Kenai was surprised when she finally spoke to him again. She invited him into her space to wash out his injury, he had to smirk when she told him to relax. Doubt it. But he had to try, females seemed to be all he met up with lately and being uncomfortable around them did make things harder.

Doing one last survey, he stood and shook out his coat. It was then he heard her introduction, he then realized they haven't do so yet and mentally kicked himself for not offering first. No doubt she was curious whom it was who wrestled with the croc. He bowed in a chivalrous manner and offered his reply, "Kenai is my name."

Stepping closer to where she was, Kenai kept an eye on her response to his proximity. Once he made it to the water, he looked at his reflection and got a first look at what the damage was. It felt worse than it looked, an entire piece of his left ear was taken out but it wasn't a drastic loss. Probably one inch deep and an inch and three quarters long, it gave the ear a distinct shape but the use of it didn't seem to be hindered any.

The next issue was how to clean it without drowning....deciding that the best way to find out was through trial and error, Kenai lowered his head looking to his right and putting his head into the stream. At first the shock of cold hurt but as he got used to it the pain ebbed and he focused more on not breathing in the liquid. He knew he would most likely cut a comedic character with his posture in such an undignified way, but he didn't care. He rarely did care what others though of him, he knew the truth.

Raising up, he looked back at his reflection and saw a miserable picture of a half drowned looking male. He didn't care for water much, but this was tiny compared to swimming across from Africa to Anikira. He shook his head, splashing droplets of water far and wide and looked back at the female...no Kyra. She had seemed much better since sitting in the water and letting it nurse her leg, he just wanted to make sure things were still alright.

Word Count: 399

OOC: It's ok.

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The little female gave a small smile as he offered his name up to her, and though he looked rather ridiculous dipping his ear in the water with his head twisted in the awkward manner, she did her best not to laugh. Yes, he did take on a goofy picture, but with a deep breath, she remained silent and succeeded in only letting a small, amused smirk appear on her face instead. When he had finished 'washing' his injury, he lifted his head once more, letting the water drip down his fur and leaving him with a partially drowned look to him. Once again, a comedic picture, but the red-hued female kept her composure once more. Thankfully, too, since he was now turning to look at her as if to check and make sure that nothing had gone terribly wrong in the last few seconds that he had not been looking. Though this rather protective behavior would typically annoy her, this time she found herself slightly touched by the concern of the male, who's name she had only just learned moments ago.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Kenai. Without you, I would likely no longer have my life, and I am forever grateful to you."

She said softly, the words almost leaving a bad taste in her mouth as they left her muzzle. She hated being in debt to anyone, let alone owning someone her life. Owing a debt gave the other power over her, a power that was not easy to regain for such a small wolf like herself. Unfortunately, many wolves would gladly take advantage of her current situation of debt, though from what she had seen so far, she had absolutely no idea what to expect from the male that stood before her. Would he stay and keep her safe? That would only increase her debt. But what if he left? Could she really survive and heal on her own? Maybe he would wait until she healed and then simply leave and ask nothing of her. That would be an ideal situation for her, but there was a nagging suspicion - as there almost always was when it came to other wolves - that there was a hidden side to him, a side that did not have her best interests in mind, that would come out as soon as he wanted something from her.

But even as the thought crossed her mind, she closed her eyes and sighed, shaking her head to free it of the negativity. How dare she think so poorly of him. He had saved her life after all, she had no right to give him anything but the benefit of the doubt. Therefore, for now, she let herself hope that everything would turn out alright. Whether it did or not, would come when it came. In her mind, it was one of those 'I'll cross that bridge when I get there' moments. For once, she was putting faith in another, something that terrified her beyond all belief. But if any wolf was worthy of her trust, the one that had saved her life and was helping her to recover seemed to be it.

Word count: 536
Muse: So-so
Tags: Kenai

[Kenai]

Everything was fine. Nothing to worry about. However, Kenai wasn't one to calm his vigilance just because there was no sign of anything wrong. The words of thanks did attract his attention, making him look her in the eyes as she said them. He had no real foundation to build an opinion of the female, but she seemed to be the independent type simply because of her calm and standoffish disposition. But was that a fair assessment? Nothing about their encounter has been what you would call normal by any means.

The nature of Kenai was to decline her gratitude, being quite a humble male he saw nothing outstanding in his behavior at all. "Please, Ms. Kyra. If I wasn't there, I'm sure you would have figured something out. That as it may, I am pleased if I was truly able to, perhaps, ease your escape. You don't owe me anything at all, I never expected anything from the start." So it wasn't the most elegant way of putting things, Kenai felt the stumbling of his words like they were physical blunders through a rocky cavern.

Once again, his strangeness towards females took over his mind as he thought maybe there was something more than he initially thought in her offer. Sydas told him that some fea's didn't always say what they meant but rather poured double meanings into their words. He looked at her again to attempt to assess whether or not this was a case of the latter. Did she want to give him something? If so, what on earth would that be?

From the expression on her face, he had to believe that she meant nothing more than what she said. She didn't seem to be anything but the straight-forward kind. He decided to wait things out and see if he was correct, he just prayed to the Great Wolf he was right. The large male honestly wanted nothing.

"Do you need anything to eat? I am sure I could find something to suffice." He was an excellent hunter but he would never admit it, why bring undue attention to his abilities? His main concern was getting this Ms. Kyra back on her feet. "Do I need to alert someone to your condition? My sister and our friend, who is a native, are nearby I could relay a message through them to whomever you would need."

Word Count: 399

@kyra

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She could not help but look up at him curiously as he spoke, saying that she owed no debt to him nor felt like he had done anything that she could not do. This was the point where her confidence and pleasant demeanor faltered. A small frown spread across her face as he spoke, a confused expression that she rarely let appear when others were around. This situation, however, was a bit different than the ones she usually found herself in. He then gave her an 'out' for her predicament. He asked her if she wanted any food, if she was hungry. She found herself exhaling slowly, a soft sigh leaving her muzzle as she closed her eyes and even offered him another smile.

"I could use something small."

She said quietly, opening her eyes to look back up at him. Once again, he was taking care of her, something that she had never really had anyone do for her. It was a strange feeling, and an awkward situation for her, something that she was not accustomed to dealing with. But even as she let herself soften to the male's kindness, he asked if there was anyone that she wanted to know about her injury. She could really only shake her head slightly, looking down at her front paws and even slowly beginning to pull her leg from the water. It was still painful, yes, but the water had cleaned most of the blood and dirt away from the injury. The process was slow and painful, making her wince and whine softly, but she managed to pull herself completely onto land and then paused to look up at him.

"I do not have anyone."

She said softly, instantly turning to lick at the injury and finish cleaning it thoroughly. This was her attempt to avoid eye-contact, to keep him from seeing how much she hated the fact that she had no one in her life. But hey, that was how things were and she had no choice but to deal with it. For now, she focused on her injury and making sure it was clean and dry, hoping that he could not pick up on her behavior and emotions. If he had, well, that was a bridge she would cross if she had to.

Word count: 390
Muse: Low
Tags: Kenai
Notes: I'm sorry this is so short.