Perhaps she had too much faith in her pack. The brute was large, wounded yes, but still perfectly capable of dispatching the tiny wolfess should he had wanted. She had learned to fight over the course of meeting with Mana, their training strange, but rigorous. She was light on her toes, learning to perfectly handle her own petite form. She moved more like a dancer than a warrior, but she was learning that the Aztec strength still was coiled up under her wispy fur. She didn’t think it would come to that though. It was the will of the forest she believed in, the one that protected the pack preventing any death that was unnatural to happen within it’s walls. Outside though, that was a whole different game.

The nightbeasts surely were a power she couldn’t imagine, but even when the great black terror of a bear had entered its walls it was destroyed by the force that was the forest. That was why she had faith where perhaps others didn’t to welcome the stranger within her land. He was wounded after all, and by smell she could certainly tell he was a native of Moladion at the very least. The long lines were marred by blood, but she had to get him somewhere where she could treat him. He didn’t put up any sort of a fight, following her in, though he seemed dizzy from the loss of blood and she was sure pain that followed. His cool eyes followed her though, sticking to her own visage as if he was doing everything he could to focus. What was more he offered her his name.

”Jackson. I will get you patched up quickly, it’s safe here, I promise.” Zelda assured him. Her mind went to the cougar though, one of the likes he had never seen. ”The night beasts are horribly large and very strong. However, Taviora brought a bear of the same calibur down not long ago. Should it follow it will be met swiftly. There is a cave towards the center of the pack that keeps herbs, we will treat you there.” She continues trying to lead him swiftly enough that they get there before he might collapse but at the same time she wanted to be sure not to push him too hard, cause more damage or else make him collapse early. Right now he seemed to be determined to keep going. He was trusting her as much as she was trusting him. Right now she didn’t see a reason he would lie. It wasn’t safe for anyone to do such a thing in Taviora.

Then he asked who she was. It didn’t dawn on her to give her own name, though she turned from her lead to give him a reassuring smile to keep on going. ”Zelda.” She answered simply, her family was not one for long drawn out titles, or talks of station, they never had been. They were modest, never thinking themselves greater than any other that walked next to them, but they were the protectors. Zelda simply extended that protection further than just the forest than her uncle and grandfather had. Perhaps another reason she so quickly took the loner into the sanctuary that was her forest.

”Almost there. See that clearing?” She said to him, hearing the babbling of the creek feeling herself also be relieved that they were getting so close now as they met with a small rock face moving along side of it. Even if he were to collapse here it would be no trouble to get a start of herbs and other medical supplies and treat him.