02-17-2020, 03:47 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: Times New Roman;font-size:10pt;text-align:justify;"]The bag that Moth had always carried with her since she had become a medic and been able to walk once more along the territory of Tangelood lay idly at her side as she listened to the words that Michael spoke, and she couldn't help but pin her ears back slightly in worry for the other. She worried that there was something wrong with his wounds, something wrong that made it so that he would need medical help right away. He didn't smell like the Pitt, that was a good sign, right? She didn't have to worry about him doing something to her that would cause her pain, cause her panic, cause her to get lost somewhere she had never been before? She had been so worried about his wounds and his well-being Moth hadn't realized when he had mentioned a wolf attacking him that there was no scent of wold on him. No scent of anyone, actually, other than himself.
So she moved forward, and decided that yes, she would help the other, out of the goodness of her heart she would help the larger male before her, and she would get rid of her fear of the unknown and of new animals that she didn't know. If she helped him out and nothing bad happened - as it was meant to, yes? - she would be able to help others out that needed it, she wouldn't have to be suspicious of others that came to the border and trespassed any longer right?
Oh how she had wished she was right.
She took her satchel off from around her body, and opened it, began to pull the things out of the bag that would be needed for a quick patch up, and as she turned her head to speak once more, to tell Michael that he would need to be taken back to Tanglewood camp in case there was something that happened to him that she missed and to have Selby and Kiira help her look the wounds over, she saw him closing the distance, too quick for her to react, even if she had any training, other than a surprised gasp coming from her throat as she was suddenly grappled and pushed down hard into the ground, head colliding with dirt and roots that came out from the swampy ground of the territory, vision going dark, a pained grown leaving her for just a moment before she went still, unconscious from the pain of it all, and the stress that was wrought upon her body.
So she moved forward, and decided that yes, she would help the other, out of the goodness of her heart she would help the larger male before her, and she would get rid of her fear of the unknown and of new animals that she didn't know. If she helped him out and nothing bad happened - as it was meant to, yes? - she would be able to help others out that needed it, she wouldn't have to be suspicious of others that came to the border and trespassed any longer right?
Oh how she had wished she was right.
She took her satchel off from around her body, and opened it, began to pull the things out of the bag that would be needed for a quick patch up, and as she turned her head to speak once more, to tell Michael that he would need to be taken back to Tanglewood camp in case there was something that happened to him that she missed and to have Selby and Kiira help her look the wounds over, she saw him closing the distance, too quick for her to react, even if she had any training, other than a surprised gasp coming from her throat as she was suddenly grappled and pushed down hard into the ground, head colliding with dirt and roots that came out from the swampy ground of the territory, vision going dark, a pained grown leaving her for just a moment before she went still, unconscious from the pain of it all, and the stress that was wrought upon her body.