Storms were a common thing this close to the sea, in a place where cool air and warm air clashed in a violent tango. The storm had raged for so long that he hadn't known when it had stopped, he hadn't known when peace had returned to the coastal settlement until he had shouldered open the door to his hut and peered outside. The sea was coming to rest, and that was enough for him to get the idea to go check his traps, perhaps the storm had driven prey in towards the beach? Maybe it was just wishful thinking. Turning back into his home the siren picked up his wicker basket with it's steep sides and stepped back through the door and down the rickety steps, his tail raised and wagging slowly in his passage through the town's outskirts.

Pausing to glance over the tomatoes crawling up their supports, eyes peeled for bright red fruits with a lick of his lips. Maybe some of them would be ripe enough to bring home after he'd checked his traps. Humming to himself a tune he couldn't carry all that well, his steps solid and confidant as he pranced along towards the dock and his boat. Stopping in his tracks as his eyes alighted on a dark bedraggled figure slumped over on the beach, water pulling at the stranger's fur. Slowly his tail lowered from it's jovial pose and he would hop down from the dock, striding towards the stranger and sniffing the air in his approach. Humming a curious but wary note, the siren set down his basket and lowered his head, wolf-like creature sniffing Project K's body.

The scent of blood was what caught his attention first, the siren giving a trill of alarm as he moved a step down the other's body length and sniffed around, finding where he was bleeding from cuts. Lifting his head and looking around, he gave a wordless whine before tipping his head back to the sky and giving a crooning howl, hoping the sound would attract a groupmate's attention to the situation on the beach.

The other male's pelt was unfamiliar to him, his ears standing up as he considered trying to bring the other into town by himself. Looking around he lowered his head and attempted to press his snout against Project's neck in search of a pulse. Worried that the stranger wouldn't wake, the siren shifted his paws in place before laying down at the large wolf's side, attempting to grasp his scruff and drag him onto his own back to carry him back to town. He could only hope that he could shuffle the other's weight onto himself, knowing that there were not many large creatures in the group who could bear another's weight of this size.

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The village's border had just been crossed before the wolf on his back came alive. Giving a yip of alarm as Project thrashed, the siren freezing where he stood before the other finally calmed down. Turning his head to look back over his shoulder with animated worry in his eyes, brows furrowed as if to support the concern. Pausing as he waited for him to calm down before he spoke something, the siren only feeling the rumble of his voice against his spine. Feeling the other begin to slip from his back, Vic knelt so that Project could come off his back.

Sticking close in a silent offer of support, his ears flat with a worried pout on the deaf creature's face. Standing close but not too close once the other had regained his footing, he would proceed to shake himself off with a pitiful look back to his abandoned basket. Looking at Project and back at his basket he gave a soft whine and a huff of breath before tossing his head in the direction of the village center. Thinking for a moment, he formed his tongue to recreate words, the deaf creature giving a soft cough before trying to speak, "Hur. Hep.", he tried with a frown. He pointed with a lifted paw to Project's blood where it dripped, spinning his paw in a circle as if to imitate bandaging.

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