Duck Lake This is the face of a miracle. A real and true and tragic-beyond-imagination miracle

The male was the second one she'd run into that have had the same problem. Xan hadn't been willing to take her help and she didn't know if he was still having the same problem. Every offer she gave him was turned down, whether or not the herb was ingested. Even having something nearby, for the smell of it, was rejected. Perhaps, or so she hoped, that this male would be receive her information and, just made, she could help.

"My name is Ocra. Are you alone?" she asked, glancing around for signs that might reveal someone was nearby to collect their disturbed pack mate. "Is there someone I can go get for you?" she offered first, trying to first assess the situation before she went on with whatever she can do for him.