It was not a huge surprise to Arvid that Maude wasn't exactly the "self preservation" type. Even if he hadn't known her for long, the snorting feline – or canine, depending on what form she took – didn't exactly seem the type to go patching injuries, or go running back home to mommy. Thus, when the scent of blood and Maude was on the air, the canine didn't feel particularly concerned. In fact, he mainly felt more worried for whatever Maude had managed to get in her jaws this time. Unfortunately, Saturn's soft nature drew them over before long, and that ended up drawing over Arvid as well. Mainly because he liked to keep an eye on Saturn. While he knew his father figure was far from completely defenseless, Saturn was still a lot more soft and kindhearted than most of those within the Coalition. That also made him a prime target for some of the more brutal members of the group. Not that Arvid honestly thought Maude would hurt Saturn – they had taken her in, after all. He just... liked to be sure.

With his fluffy tail flicking behind him, Arvid came to a seat nearby, looking Maude over curiously. His head tilted to one side before he spoke up, his words directed at Saturn, "Yeah, she's injured. I don't see anything major, just a few scrapes and bruises, but I'm also not a medic." That was much more Byriath's field of expertise, as Saturn had already pointed out. The scientist's next words were then directed towards Maude, his gaze faintly gleaming as he eyed the buck Maude had returned with, "Nice catch, Maude." He seemed slightly envious, wondering if he could go out and grab himself such a creature, without the use of poisons – since that would essentially defeat the purpose of it for food. He probably could, it would just take a lot more effort on his part. A soft sigh left the canine at this realization, his mind already drifting. He didn't seem all that concerned about Maude, but that was mainly because Maude didn't seem all that concerned about her injuries, either.