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The scent of blood was stronger leading the woman to believe that the youth was in more danger than her companions had let on. But then their attention had not been on the tiny wolf, but the larger one and the flying terror that crossed their stretch of sky. Her hackles were raised in alarm as she came nearer to the pair, her eyes carefully drawn on the pup as he was taken from his hiding place. He was such a tiny little thing, no larger than Saul's charge when last she could recall the young father-son pair. Briefly, she scanned the immediate area, shrugging the owlet from her shoulder to take flight and survey from an advantaged height. Perhaps this pup's parents were nearby...
While her companion scouted from above, X'yrin again looked to the pup and female watching over him. She nodded once to the female’s assumption, but offered nothing more to enforce her position, seeing as the moment was not opportune to exhibit titles and rank. The Nomad took the female's word to heart, assuming a docile posture of lowered tail and relaxed ears as she knelt down to be level with the pair of them. Her experience with pups had only been what was granted to her by the ancestors’ generous circumstance, but never were any of the pups she tended to her own. None the less, she took from those fortunate experiences a kind disposition toward the youth as well as a blossoming maternal instinct... even if it was terribly misplaced.
She sang softly to the tiny ears. "Little one... you needn't be afraid..." She extended an umber palm beneath his muzzle to offer her scent. "We only wish to help you. You are hurt...and in pain, yes? We can help the pain go away..."
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