Firestone Hot Springs i'm leaving with the light

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somehow, the world always seemed to bring to her those in need.  the scent of infection caught her before the stranger's greeting, and her black-tipped ears cupped to face him.  hello, she returned, her patterned nose quivering.  she surveyed the way he stunted towards her on three legs, pale tea eyes softening ever so slightly.  come bathe with me. she offered, turning the round of her muzzle down to gesture vaguely at his injury.