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He suddenly felt extremely stupid when intelligent words escaped the small feline. It was a shame that he had assumed that the cat did not know high speech. He did not focus on this though, as there were far more pressing matters of which he should attend to. It was easy for him to kill off the remaining distance between the two of them now, but not before he revealed who he was and that his intentions were honourable. The cat’s orbs held a lovely emerald, and the male automatically melted within as he gazed into the adorable creature’s eyes. So small and helpless. He knew this was not true overall, but he had a soft spot for living creatures, and felines were lovely designed in the first place. ”I am Conor.” voice was calm and friendly, as he still did not know exactly where he stood when it came to this unfamiliar creature. He had barely interacted with his pack member’s companion, and was uncertain of how to act around it. The answer was easy, however, as he could simply treat the feline as an equal.
”I will help you,” he smiled, finally stepping forwards and kneeling by the fallen creature. Hand lifted slowly and settled on the small injured leg of the cat. It was definitely broken, but he had not been in doubt about that. He could set it straight away, as it was not a horrible fracture, but he had to touch and feel the bone to make certain that the horse had not shattered parts of the bones. He did not believe it was that bad, but it was necessary for him to be certain so that he would not make it worse by trying to set the bone right again. ”This will hurt, but I need to investigate the fracture,” the male said, tone soft and soothing. He wanted the cat to know exactly what he was doing, so that they could build up a fragile trust, at least for now. They were both strangers, but would not remain so for long. The lavender eyed male resisted the urge to stroke the injured feline’s coal hued head. It was ridiculous how small and vulnerable the smaller creature seemed to be at the moment. That was soft hearted Conor Soul for you.
He waited a small moment more before his fingers hardened over the injured area. He did not wish to cause the cat more pain, but it could not be avoided.
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