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In an odd sort of way, the young female was winding down from her exploit of terror. Though it was evident the starved body could not continue to portray its reactions to sheer panic. The girl was painfully weak and thin, no doubt surviving on only as last meal. What energy she mustered was used then gone, rendering her immobile and to the mercy of what the ancestors would have befall her.

It was a wonder she could speak at all... her voice was so faint it could hardly be called audible to even the sharpest ears. But what the Issor could make of the girl's fears only further knitted her brows in concern. "There are none others here," she tried to assure the frightened girl, even lifted her muzzle and tested the air to be certain. "There is only you and me." But if there indeed were others looking for this girl, they could not linger in the open for long especially with dusk fast approaching.

She thought little of the consequences her actions would bring, especially if this girl were an asset to her assailants. She cared only that the fragile being was in danger and defenseless, in dire need of help. "You are very weak, young one. Allow me to offer you a means to regain your strength." Again she attempted to encircle the girl with purposefully slow movements so as not to frighten her further. "If I offer you a meal... will you tell me what threatens to hurt you?"

ooc: DIG IN!

There was no longer resistance, only the compliance of a fatigued form void of all its strength. She was not glad for this condition, but was content in that it allowed her to gentle take the girl without risk of a frantic attempt to escape. Carefully, she looped an arm beneath the small legs and braced her other hand against the dark speckled back and rose to her fullest height. Instinctively she drew the young female close to her chest as she took a hastened stride through the golden wildlands into the territory.

Her pace was quick but steps were smooth, being careful not to jostle her delicate cargo. With the girl's fears still ringing in her ears, she remained vigilant for a sign of anything foolish enough to cross into marked territory. Such a feat was not unheard of and without knowing what danger holding this young female posed, the Issor could only assume they would attempt to trespass. Once the girl was safe, she would make certain to make the others of the pack aware to ensure they all remained on alert. But her priority remained in tending to the girl.

They reached the inner most part of the territory just as the sun slipped behind the form of the mountain. As her eyes adjusted to the twilight hues, she made out the subtle rise of the earth that marked a cache undoubtedly stocked with meat. The scent of meat became stronger affirming her assumptions. Gently, she lowered the girl to rest against the exterior of the small den. "Just a moment." In her present form, she was much too large to dig fully into the den, but will enough to select the meats that were present near the front. She retrieved several dried pieces of smaller meat and a slab still moist from an earlier hunt. While the moistened meat held more of an appeal, she offered the smaller bits but with good reason. "Eat this first," she instructed. "Too much at one time will make you ill. Once it has settled, you may have the fresher meat."