Smelling of ice and coal / Chased; joining

[trojan g.]

[align=left]there's a chip on my shoulder *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The smell of blood, the sound of whining, all on the border. It was becoming something so common in the reaper's life, yet every time those happened she couldn't help but have a spike of anxiety run through her chest. Anxiety flared into anger, however, when she saw the scene at the border. Three dead wolves, and a tiger bleeding out, while a newer member of the group simply laughed and watched. "Leave. She would growl out towards Farah, ears pinning to her head in anger as she made her way to Seven, picking out herbs and large leaves quickly from her bag before attempting to place the leaves down on Seven's neck. She needed to stop the bleeding before she bled out, Moth was unconcerned with the other wounds that the tiger could have at the moment, this one was the biggest and needed her help the most. "Either leave and get help from camp, or get the fuck out of Tanglewood. Stop acting like a piece of shit Coalition member." If Farah wasn't going to help someone at the border, she didn't belong in Tanglewood. She didn't belong in the home that had worked so hard to pick themselves back up from being thrown down from the Coalition.

Head turned back to Seven, back to her patient, and Moth would let her voice get level once more, she'd let herself calm down before speaking once more. "It'll be okay, I've got you." Calming tone, make sure not to let the patient's heart rate get up, don't let her lose more blood than was already lost. "My name's Moth, you're in Tanglewood, you're safe now."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  and it's big as a boulder