Mount Apikuni meeting asterr

Face her had the stranger then done, revealing to the chieftess that her potential embarrassment would not be the only takeaway from the incident. For there upon her face was were the crimson liquid was spotted, sure to make an attempt at staining her coat—though that was not what stuck out to Asterr. What held her attention was the fact that the female had clearly injured herself, but, rather than taking appropriate measures to ensure her wound did not end up festering, she’d simply spoken and then laughed everything off. It simply would not do.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Bonnie,” the girl began, taking the opportunity to draw closer. She held herself in a relaxed way, lacking malicious intentions. “My name is Asterr.” The response was but a murmur as her silvery gaze sought out the source of the blood, inspecting in from a short distance away, for she’d yet to acquire the necessary permissions for invading another being’s personal space. “I believe I could make your day a bit better, if you will allow for me to treat your wound,” the dragoness said, offering her services. It did not matter to her that they were strangers, knowing nothing about one another save for their names. Before her, she did not see the potential dangers that came with meeting a new soul, but an injured wolf that was in need of some assistance.