Sequoia Coast Let's Burn All The Bridges

deirdre had been moving along the coast, just between donnelaith and blackrock though nearer to her own forest. a loud noise had disrupted her from her intended activity for the day, and she paused on her journey toward the medicinal den she was in the midst of bringing together beneath the roots of an old, fallen cottonwood. the long-legged beauty was swift, and followed her ears, hearing the branches break as she moved, until the final thud that led her to a creature she had only ever witnessed from a distance. they had never had any need for her, yet, though she watched them with admiration. they were hardy creatures, graceful and light on their feet. yet this one seemed to be breathing strangely... and she could smell blood.

any normal predator would have preyed upon this opportunity, but deirdre rushed toward the broken thing with worry written into the lines of her face. she paused only momentarily before it, an urgent, whistling whine falling from her lips before she spoke. i am here to help, she informed, is that alright? and if the thing could not understand her, she would simply aid him and be mindful of his teeth.