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There was a commotion brought to her attention by feathered companions of a different kind. The great owls circled overhead screeching at the audacity of another predator invading their space. Spoiled as they were, they were not cruel enough to investigate this intrusion themselves...however the owlet female was curious enough to investigate on her own.

In a determined blur of tawny down and feathers she crossed the pack threshold into the wild of the 'hardly' known. Gleaming red-orange surveyed the air below her height, seeking the aerial trespasser. And with the hawk's appearance, she spied a wolf fending off the winged nuisance. It was not a hide she recognized giving rise to alarm and the necessity to return to the mountain's shadow... or at least call the attention of her handler. Her intended screech was dwarfed by the sound cry of her mentor alerting her that their handler had risen and was on approach. The owl's conversation was one of urgency and panic and rage for the hawk's intrusion. X'yrin could only gather a little in understanding, but what she could implored action.

With a summoning call, she drew the young female near just long enough to share instruction; take her to this wolf nearby. Take her to the creature that caused her companion's anguish. The females stride was swift upon two legs not weighed down by trophies but the mass of her own auburn mane piled atop her head. She came upon the scene with the stench of blood so close to her borders. The dense aroma of pack nearly overwhelmed by the scent of injury. Her hackles raised in alarm with remaining steps taken swiftly to close the distance. For a moment, the pup went unseen as it was assumed it was the female that was injured, but upon a swift survey and finding not a scratch, her concerned gaze led her to the tiny body of the youth. Blood and all.

"What's happened here?"

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The scent of blood was stronger leading the woman to believe that the youth was in more danger than her companions had let on. But then their attention had not been on the tiny wolf, but the larger one and the flying terror that crossed their stretch of sky. Her hackles were raised in alarm as she came nearer to the pair, her eyes carefully drawn on the pup as he was taken from his hiding place. He was such a tiny little thing, no larger than Saul's charge when last she could recall the young father-son pair. Briefly, she scanned the immediate area, shrugging the owlet from her shoulder to take flight and survey from an advantaged height. Perhaps this pup's parents were nearby...

While her companion scouted from above, X'yrin again looked to the pup and female watching over him. She nodded once to the female’s assumption, but offered nothing more to enforce her position, seeing as the moment was not opportune to exhibit titles and rank. The Nomad took the female's word to heart, assuming a docile posture of lowered tail and relaxed ears as she knelt down to be level with the pair of them. Her experience with pups had only been what was granted to her by the ancestors’ generous circumstance, but never were any of the pups she tended to her own. None the less, she took from those fortunate experiences a kind disposition toward the youth as well as a blossoming maternal instinct... even if it was terribly misplaced.

She sang softly to the tiny ears. "Little one... you needn't be afraid..." She extended an umber palm beneath his muzzle to offer her scent. "We only wish to help you. You are hurt...and in pain, yes? We can help the pain go away..."

ooc: I gots permission to touch the puppy!

True healing with herbs had always been an art better suited to another family of the Nomads. Countless times before had she been convinced to learn their strange art should the need arise when she led her own warrior family as their Shepard. But always did she decline, believing that should the need be dire, she could call upon her cherished brethren to tend to those in need. But now as she looked at the little one, his back running red and small form trembling, she wished that the ancestors had granted her the sense to see those teachings as a blessing than a burden.

She knew only how to stop a wound from bleeding and letting it take its course in healing. The scar on her shoulder was a testament to this narrow ability. "I can only make the bleeding stop and set the wound," she spoke calmly to both the silver female and child. "But I am afraid you will scar little one... in time it will become a part of you, but it will not define you. It will be a reminder that your ancestors favor you, and reflect their wish for you to live on."

Gently, she reached out to take the pup, cupping a hand beneath his rear and placing the other beneath his belly for support. Taking care not to jostle him, she laid his body to rest against her forearm then brought the whole of him into the warmth of her chest, not minding the blood that stained her chest. "You will be alright, little one," her voice was soft if not but a whisper to his ears. Then gradually she lapped at his back, holding him securely to keep him still. Undoubtedly the ministrations would sting a little, but as the wounds were cleaned one at a time, they would come to clot and become somewhat numb. It was all she would do to ease his discomfort for now until she was able to take him to the den and wrap him properly.

Placing a hand atop his back to apply a steady, but gentle pressure to his wounds, the Nomad looked to his silver savior and gratefully dipped her head. "It is fortunate that you found him before anymore harm came to him. Though any further care will be done on my lands if you are comfortable with this condition." Her voice was firm but not overly so, though left no room for argument given the gravity of the situation. Yet as she pushed herself up by her legs to stand she looked down to the she-wolf, again with a smile akin to gratitude on her face. "You are welcome to come see him in a few days time. I assure you, he will be alive and well."

ooc: I gots permission to take the puppeh!

She promised the hurt would stop, and for the most part she was successful in keeping her word. But she placed upon the little one a necessary pain so that no further damage would come to his wounds. She winced as he moved deeper into her fur, professing his pain in the hopes it would stop. She could not explain to him how this bit of pain was needed, now his aching would stop in time once the wounds properly clotted and began to heal. But she could convince him softly that it would pass with the quiet rolling lull of her voice and a gentle lick between his ears.

She was glad to hear the younger female had accepted her intentions, making the departure pleasantly easier, had it not been for the panicked squeals and wriggling of the pup. Her heart lurched when he insisted his mother would come. Even amidst the smell of blood, she could find no other trace of a recent presence other than herself and this female. If his parent was coming to retrieve him...shouldn't she have down so by now? Unless...unless fortune did not favor her as it had her child.

"Little one please," the attempted to hush the child. "If your mother wished for you to stay and you are gone, then surely she will come looking for you. I will have my family mind the borders for her call. But surely she would not want you to die while you waited... Please little one... be calm. You are going to be alright."

While it would have been assuring to let the child know his mother would return for him, she could not be certain this was the case. A pup left alone never bode well for his circumstances. One could only assume what drove a mother to leave her child to wait like this... but perhaps there was more to this she was not understanding. Regardless, now was not the time to ponder. Keeping the boy secure, she turned back toward her borders but paused when asked for her name. "My apologies," humbly she dipped her head. "I am X'yrin, an Alpha of Sangi'lak. We will meet again ,Fayne Gremory." Smiling, she turned then toward the Kre'nertok rising in the distance and headed home with the pup in tow.

[Exit X'yrin]