DRIVEN BY A GREED TO SUCCEED / waking up

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t͘he͞ ̀ty͟pho҉on/t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | medic —

"G-Goldie?" The petite vixen nearly shakes in fright.  When had the captain woken?  Why didn't she wait - of course she wouldn't. Suvi bites her lip as she trots to the tigress' side, eyeing the bandages critically.  Her unmatched hues flickered worriedly as she observed her coconut hunt.  Dehydration. A familiar foe to the fox now, thanks to the Pitt.

She smiles, faintly as a ghost.  Her snow white paws shift over one another as she decides this is what should be expected from the stubborn tigress and she just had to work with it.  I wish she'd lay down more and rest. "H-how are you feeling?" She inquires softly instead.  The youth felt somewhat responsible for her wellbeing, if for the moment, having been the first responder at the scene.

I wonder if she'll let me apply new bandages. Fresh horsetail poultice too. Maybe.  Best make sure she's feeling better in general, if she's intent on moving about.

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