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…as her muzzle lowered, she caught a glimpse of white within the dulling gilded fields. A scent entangled with a cool wind touched her nostrils but was registered as little more than the aroma of the field. Heavy and sweet with the scent of the Family amidst the fragrance of the late blossoms and the clear snap of the autumn chill. Though tired, her lips managed a smile in pride for the scent that covered the land. Though it came in wafts instead of lingering due to the few that tread out this far as of late, her breast still swelled, greedily taking in the wonderful smell.
Then she paused suddenly, ears erected at the sound of a timid voice. So she had seen white within the field! Her head snapped around twisting loose strands of red to see young Lyris on her own presumably at leisure. The show of respect to the Nomad Shepard was warming and was quickly received with a short whine to relax. After all, it was the Issor that had stumbled on the young female and felt no reason to keep her at attention. The she-wolf sounded the young female’s name quietly using only the feral tongue to keep with her practice. Her meeting with the mute wolf had left quite an impression on her, and inspired the Nomad to reclaim what was drifting further from their kind now quickly progressing toward more…human-like lifestyles. She expressed her pleasure in seeing the girl with tongue extended as she approached, whining happily as she fondly graced an ear. But coming closer to her now, the female could smell what festered within her opened wound. The sickly, sweet smell associated with infection.
'Ailment…'but that was a far as her voice alone to carry her before it became necessary to say something other. “Young one, you are infected,” the Nomad took a step back to better see the yellow of the wound. Her brows furrowed with concern as she bravely inched her nose toward it, quivering as if to find something more than the overpowering sweet scent. “This needs to be taken care of or else you will fall ill. Are you feeling warm yet? Does the wound burn?” She inquired, hoping to gain an idea of just how much the wound was festering…and how far from sickness the young one was. Hopefully no drastic steps would need to be taken.