07-24-2018, 07:23 PM
Versailles startles to the sound of a thump.
She'd been wandering the territory with her eyes closed, trying to test her memory of which is where and how to tell whether she's supposed to take a right or a left. It'd been going rather well - meaning, she'd run into at least ten boulders in the last five minutes - and had been nearing the end of the stretch of border when she hears the sickening sound not too far off. Her eyelids peel apart almost as quickly as her paws start moving, golden eyes dimming low as she ricochets towards the source.
When she arrives, it's to Moon and Suite and Thea, surrounding what appears to be a conscious white lion. She wonders why he had fallen in the first place - from how high up, if he even has any chance of survival. Moonmade seems to think that he does, though, and she trusts his judgement enough to think that he knows how to identify the answer better. If he's insistent on trying to heal him, then she's inclined to believe that the lion can still be saved.
The she-cat peers at the stranger from somewhere behind the much larger Halo, squinting, watching, observing, before pulling back and returning her attention to her fellow Clanmates. She notices that Moon doesn't have an entire bundle of herbs on hand and figures she can at least offer herself to be told what to do. "Moon, any herb I can retrieve for you?" She pauses for a second, folds her ears back in embarrassment. "I know what most herbs look like, if you're wondering. I promise I won't bring you dock leaves thinking they're burdock leaves."
She'd been wandering the territory with her eyes closed, trying to test her memory of which is where and how to tell whether she's supposed to take a right or a left. It'd been going rather well - meaning, she'd run into at least ten boulders in the last five minutes - and had been nearing the end of the stretch of border when she hears the sickening sound not too far off. Her eyelids peel apart almost as quickly as her paws start moving, golden eyes dimming low as she ricochets towards the source.
When she arrives, it's to Moon and Suite and Thea, surrounding what appears to be a conscious white lion. She wonders why he had fallen in the first place - from how high up, if he even has any chance of survival. Moonmade seems to think that he does, though, and she trusts his judgement enough to think that he knows how to identify the answer better. If he's insistent on trying to heal him, then she's inclined to believe that the lion can still be saved.
The she-cat peers at the stranger from somewhere behind the much larger Halo, squinting, watching, observing, before pulling back and returning her attention to her fellow Clanmates. She notices that Moon doesn't have an entire bundle of herbs on hand and figures she can at least offer herself to be told what to do. "Moon, any herb I can retrieve for you?" She pauses for a second, folds her ears back in embarrassment. "I know what most herbs look like, if you're wondering. I promise I won't bring you dock leaves thinking they're burdock leaves."