Most of Jezebel's day was spent in Gabriel's cave, using its warmth and refuge from the rain as he went about his business as Aquila. She could not say herself she had much to do, at least not yet while it rained and rendered one of her most cherished senses almost useless. She was a Praeses; a spy or a scout, though she had been doing more of the latter of the two since she saw no need in getting to close to wolf borders to snoop around unless necessary. Jezebel had in fact not really found a place within the pack where she could help the most. She was skilled with making poisons and healing--which she supposed would be good for everyday use, at least the latter, and would be something she could teach others if they so wished to learn--interrogation and spying were also amongst her skills but only truly useful during times of high tension or even war. Inferni face neither, even though there was always tension between them and most of the surrounding packs. So she spent her days catching up with Gabriel, getting to know him just a little better, and exploring as much as she could so soon she would be able to mesmerize the land in such a way that she could draw by hand with her eyes closed. In fact she had been thinking about finding some supplies and drawing a map, not entirely sure if there was one already in existence, but finding that such a goal would keep her very busy the next few months.
As Jezebel pondered these things, curled up in her Lupus form and drifting in and out of consciousness, the rain slowed to a drizzle then finally stopped. Cloud's parted, allowing the sun to peek through and warm the freshly bathed lands. Blinking sleep from her crimson eyes the ashen woman stood and stretched, finally ready to start her day even if she was late in doing so. She left the caverns and unconsciously began wandering East, towards the beginnings of the forest and gruesomely marked borders. At first she sensed nothing was amiss or wrong, not bothering to shift into her preferred Optime form, remaining low to the ground where she could pick over the ever changing terrain more expertly and scent things that normally wouldn't get carried by a breeze but would leave a distinct spore amongst the earth and trees. She wondered for a time if she should search out some herbs to start a collection she so desperately needed and absently looked about as she walked amongst the trees. When she reached the skull-marked borders she walked along them for a time before heading back, having not yet found a fresh scent that might belong to Gabriel for she had secretly wished to run into him all along.
Instead as she made her slow retreat back into the territory the sharp and alarming scent of blood flooded her sensitive nostrils, causing the petite woman to pause and tense almost audibly as she pricked each ear forward and continued to slowly scent the air then the ground before her. The scent mingled with the blood slowly but surely started to become familiar as she started to walk once more, though it wasn't Gabriel's as she had first thought and feared, it was another familiar scent that caused her heart to beat doubly fast and thread concern across her features. “Kaena!” Jezebel yelled as her pace quickened and the older, graying hybrid came into view, nearly reaching a flat out run by the time she staggered to a stop beside the bloodied and bruised woman who was in her Secui form, a form Jezebel knew Kaena would not don normally, a form most Luperci used for battle.
Not even taking time to pause and catch her breath Jezebel looked over the damage, surprised the woman had not bled dry yet, assuming the rain had helped in some manner at cleaning the wound and temporarily slowing its flow. Blood still continued to flow at various wounds though and Jezebel quickly licked her paw clean before placing her paw upon most of the mess, applying pressure to slow and hopefully stop the bleeding. As she did a meek whine slowly tried to seep up her vocal chords and out through her clenched teeth, though she swallowed it back, licking the older Kaena's face to see if she might gain consciousness as she slowly shifted from her Lupus form to her Optime. It was a smooth flow of bones and muscle, an easy change do to the pressing nature and extra adrenaline flowing through her veins. Jezebel was now able to press more firmly upon the worst of the wounds with a hand, and paused from the rough frantic cleaning of the older woman's face to place two fingers beneath her leg, looking for a pulse, pleading silently that there was one.
And magically after a few seconds of searching for the beating of Kaena's heart there it was, faint but steady, conserving its energy as blood flowed elsewhere. “Wake up Kaena, wake up!” Jezebel urged, before turning her attention back to the damage done. Someone would pay.
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