He never had been a patient creature even if he usually was rather idyll. Waiting for the healer to come was probably the most grueling wait he ever would have to put up with. Really what took her so long? Any of them? He knew there was more than one of them did it really take so long for them to pull everything together then get out here? Hrmph! He went in to assure the girl, she looked panicked, saying something about dying. Now that he would never let happen. ”You’re not gonna die!” He said gruffly. They were flesh wounds, he kept telling himself that. She was so puny though he wondered if she would die from something like that. So boney and pathetic something he knew he had to change if he was going to survive this whole ordeal. ”Now wait here, someone’s coming.”

He moved back outside the den just in time to see the, well there wasn’t another word for it, fat, female come waddling up to him. No wonder it took ages for her to arrive, filled with those tiny parasites. He suppressed rolling his eyes when she looked him over as if he was the one hurt. Before asking if he was. ”Do I look hurt?” He said clearly grumpy that she had to ask him when here he was standing up obviously not really harmed despite the blood that tinged his coat. She couldn’t smell the little girl tucked in the den covered in blood and wounds. Perhaps the parasites affected the brain too he didn’t know. Thankfully he didn’t have to deal with that shit. ”She’s in there. She’s scared out of her mind do what you can do, eh?” He said motioning into the den to where Fjall rested and was in view. He was grumpy, very grumpy. It was like he could feel pins poking in his back, her suffering surely, and the healer better hoped she knew just what she was doing or she would end up being just as messed up as the little girl inside. Lucky for Riopat someone more pleasant to the eyes showed up to distract him for the moment.

Viora. She was always a fun chew on things and spit at partner. He liked her tough as nails and didn’t take no shit from everyone. So opposite to the dark pelted little girl he had stashed in his den that he felt like would fall apart at any moment. Now that was a female he could get his paws around if he didn’t feel like fangs would dig into his face. Not that he cared. A friend he had since his childhood though lately she had been a bit MIA, not that he had really been better for it but it was easier just to blame her. ”Some bastard and bitch in the free lands thought they found themselves an easy meal, in that girl inside. I didn’t get much bites in before they figured it was too much trouble and high tailed it out of there.” He shrugged his white shoulders but at her growled words what was probably the first genuine smile many of them, except maybe Viora, might have seen before.

”That’s what I like to hear, yeah? We can hunt those Bastards down after she gets proper care. Don’t have it in me to leave her like this. Damn near almost had a heart attack when she thought I was going to leave her.” He knew she was serious. He was too. He wanted to rip their eyes out, ears off, see what he could do, make them suffered as they had suffered. ”We’ll find them Vi, but I’m gonna need your help with… her. You always had more patience than me.”