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Enkiel returned much more quickly than Helotes had anticipated, and when the jackal entered the room the dark Lykoi quickly pulled away from his ginger cousin. The healer then place a large pelt across the girl, it nearly swallowed her, and with her small head protruding from under the furs she looked like a sick child. Helotes stepped away and just looked at her, as Enkiel went to mix the tea or whatever concoction it was he was making with the now heated water. As Helotes looked down upon her he could feel his fear ebbing but his anger building. How dare someone touch a hair on her head, how low could any creature be to attack someone such as she? Whoever had done this was a vile, disgusting creature who did not deserve to live. A growl started to grow in Helotes throat when Enkiel asked him to step aside.
He did so, his fur bristling though in mock aggression. It was not Enkiel’s fault that he felt this way, so he could not rightly get angry at the jackal, even if his words were curt and forceful. But the doc’s actions were gentle, as he held the small bowl up to Zana’s lips, asking her to drink. Helotes calmed then, knowing that she would be alright and that she would recover quickly under Enkiel’s watch. He was no longer needed here and his presence would only get in the way. So with that, Helotes silently bowed out of the room and exited the guest house.
He strode through the snow, the white stuff crunching under his paws. He set out to recover Saul, who he found lingered outside the stables. He quickly retrieved the stallion and set him up in one of the empty stalls, making sure to throw him some hay before exiting out into the cold again. He headed back to the mansion, and Kaena was no longer on the porch but when he entered she came up to him, "What happened to the little one?" She asked. Helotes looked at her with sad eyes, Was attacked, I don’t know by whom, she’s in bad shape. I think she’ll be ok though, Enkiel seems confident. Kaena bared her sharp, yellowing teeth at this news, "Stupid sons of bitches, they’ll get what’s coming to them." And then she started to walk towards her room. Helotes didn’t follow but nodded at her words, vowing to himself that indeed they would get what was coming to them.
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