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

Ocra blinked a few times as he began to speak. His words slurred and the more he explained, the more answers she was able to come up with. He was tired, proving his lack of sleep was getting to him. Perhaps Xan would get this bad, especially if he wouldn’t let her help him and resisted every offer she made, but perhaps the other might trust her enough to take a hand when he obviously needs it. The fact his pack was close made her feel a little better, meaning he wasn’t too far from where he needed to be, and perhaps enough to get back home.

“I can help… if you want. I know a few herbs that aid to get you to sleep and,” she paused, listing the herbs once or twice in her mind. It didn’t help she was in a land unfamiliar to her own and might take some time to search for them, but perhaps, if she was lucky. “and what’s your name and where you’re from?” she finally asked, if only to have some basic information on him should something go wrong.

Ocra did what she could with that little he offered her before she eventually parted ways, hoping the best for him.