And it might be pathetic [p, Shelby]

[Vathmos]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Vathmos wasn't used to her clanmates being so... helpful. It was hard for her to be trustful of them, her own clan betrayed her at the last minute, and she wondered if it would be the same here. Vathmos was told this was the healer's den, which was something she was unfamiliar with. They didn't have a healer, and any that they did have was captured from other groups. Her tribe partook in slavery, like other hyena clans. They were ruled by a violent female hyena, then the rest of the females followed in the pecking order, then the males. The lowest-ranking female was higher than the highest-ranking male. Vathmos missed her family, sure... but they bit her and left her marked for exile.

That's why she was here now, padding towards the den, sticking her head in and looking for.... someone. She didn't know who this healer was. She stuck her head in, the little hyena laugh left her throat as if she was asking if someone was there.

Hidden amongst her fur was bite marks left by her former clanmates, all in about the same state of healing. They were on her left shoulder and scattered about her torso. There was signs of tearing on her neck and parts where her mohawk was pulled out and still growing. Some of them seemed infected, but it didn't look like it bothered her. She was lucky she got out only like this, her injuries could have been much worse.

"Uh, hi, I'm Vathmos. I'm looking for the healer."