08-26-2019, 05:18 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]Moth's mother had died when she was young, but it had been at a point where the female could take care of herself, and she certainly was able to remember it. She hoped that the young one that was found at the border would not be able to remember the feeling of a mother leaving them too soon. Of course, the mutated leopard did not know whether or not the reason for the being at the border was due to a death or simply due to a case of abandonment, but either way the scent of a mother was not very strong when she had come forward, ears pinning to her head as soon as she saw the scene unfold before her. Wormwood was there - someone she trusted - as well as Roy - a newer member of the group, someone she was wary of for the time being, though with her new body Moth found newfound strength and was not as scared as she used to be, not so small and useless anymore.
The chaser, at this point in time, did not know much as far as medicine went. She knew of some that could help common cold and congestion, as well as a basic of how to patch a wound, but otherwise, it was up to Selby, Delilah, and Kiira who would be able to help this child in full. Padding forward, the female would look at the odd child that was on Worm's back, face moving forward in order for her to smell. She smelled no blood, which was good, and it made her ears prick slightly, worry of an injury gone. "He might not eat prey." Moth would mention, looking towards Wormwood, "And if he does, he might be too young. Looks small."
The chaser, at this point in time, did not know much as far as medicine went. She knew of some that could help common cold and congestion, as well as a basic of how to patch a wound, but otherwise, it was up to Selby, Delilah, and Kiira who would be able to help this child in full. Padding forward, the female would look at the odd child that was on Worm's back, face moving forward in order for her to smell. She smelled no blood, which was good, and it made her ears prick slightly, worry of an injury gone. "He might not eat prey." Moth would mention, looking towards Wormwood, "And if he does, he might be too young. Looks small."