you're so used to saying sorry ❂ capture/kidnapping

[teef]

DO YOU MIND IF I WILD OUT

AUBERON -- MASC/NONB. -- THE FROSTBLOWN -- SAGE -- MEDIUM DIFFICULTY

Apparent her unease with them, he wished he could soothe those concerns but with his true purpose in being here, he could not and nor did he think she would be welcoming of such an attempt. Watching her pins her ears back, lowering their head, trying to give her space as she stepped back. Ah, their bait was trying to escape. They would pause for a moment, "Thank you. I apologize for my trespassing, it crossed before my path and I chased after it without thought", came his response as he would reach out and capture the rabbit under his paw, ending the rabbit's life as swiftly as he could manage with a clean nip to it's artery.

A quick breath as he ended it's existence, its blood on his tongue as he drew back, "Ah, there was another reason that I'm here, Miss. I heard tale of a skilled medic in the area, and I have need of her services. Not so much myself, but my sister is badly hurt, and my friend doesn't know how to patch the worst of her wounds.", he would tell her the truth in that regard, Margaret was certainly injured and risked infection, and she still had young children.

Swallowing faintly as he looked to her, "I'm afraid I'm too big to know my way around medicine, and that I'm more of a warrior by nature. In fact as it is, I was hoping I might be able to offer this rabbit as a peace offering to her group or to her for the inconvenience.", he would murmur. Keep it easy, Aub, you've got this. Just be polite and then you'll learn more, he would think to himself with hopes of avoiding a kidnapping fluttering in his chest. He normally wasn't so sentimental - was it the vixens size that was getting to him? Oddly enough, there was a blank train of thought that her size reminded him of someone he had known once, a long time ago, though he doubted they bore any relation.

#psychosocial.