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Strel had taken to doing more walks along the borders, taking more time to himself that way, and trying to be a good little courtier and doing his duty of patrol. Granted, he had been slipping up and down the ranks of late, but that was not all his fault. He was emotional and Noss leaving was taking a toll on him. He was quieter, a little more bored with things. But this was how he felt he could do his part even though he had little power and only his co-rank to influence that pack. Well and the fact he had been here for two years that coming summer. But he doubted any cared about his seniority. Strel was probably the longest living member of the kingdom, aside from Haven. He might have been around longer than Vigilante, he thought, but was unsure. But patrol.. it was something he could do.

The overpowering stench of blood came over him. He wrinkled his muzzle as he narrowed his eyes at the scent. Either someone left a kill to rot and bleed, or something else had gone down on the borders of the kingdom he loved. Taking a guarded stance, the rather delicate man pushed a few branches aside and caught sight of a creature collapsed on the forest floor. It seemed to have just reached the borders but had failed to call out before something overtook it. Smelling a little more thoughtfully, he could tell it was a female. As he knelt beside her, delicately examining her, he confirmed her gender. Waking her up was probably not the wisest choice. Her injuries seemed severe.

Shaking her lightly on her uninjured shoulder, hoping to rouse her. "Miss? If you can hear me, please wake up a little.. can't help you if you don't wake up a bit," he said softly, trying to be gentle. He might have to find a way to carry her to the Hotel and Alaine's healing hands. That should not be too hard considering he was at least a foot taller than her. Maybe a foot and a half even. She seemed thin, though the blood on her pelt worried him. What happened to the poor creature?

"Careful.." The female tried to sit up, which had not resulted well at all. Strel had to nudge her away from him as she coughed up blood and bile, making him furrow his brows further. It was disgusting, but more or less alarming than before. Now something was genuinely wrong with this woman other than exhaustion. She was tired, ill, and bleeding. The last two combined did not comfort the redhead male, especially if it came to carrying the woman all the way to the hotel from here. It would be a painful task but he would do it. Even if he would later whine and complain to her once she was better from Alaine's TLC.

"I'm sure you'll be okay," he said, trying to be optimistic rather than his usual pessimism - well, usual pessimism of late. "Our healer is rather good at what she does, so I'm sure she'll make you right as rain soon enough." But his words did not seem to have much effect, since the woman slipped back into unconsciousness. He looked around, wondering who to call first, Vigilante or Alaine. Alaine had to help the woman, but Vigilante had to approve her presence here.

She awoke again, and seemed to sit up with less pain and effort than she had before. Maybe it was suddenly a tad better? "Do you think you can stand?" he inquired, rising to his feet as she focused on him. He turned away and howled out, calling for Alaine or Vigilante, whoever came running first. "If you think you can stand and walk, I'll hold you up. If you can't, I can try carrying you as far to the Hotel as I can, or we can wait here for the royal escort." Naturally the royal escort was just Vigilante, but any help would have been welcome at this point.