Kintla Flatlands i wanna know what good love feels like

The scent of blood came before the sight of the injured stranger fumbling down some yards away. Dulce wondered what might have happened and thought about how long it might take for her to convince him to tell. From the way that he came down, it didn’t seem that he knew of (or was interested in) her presence, but there was no way to be sure without asking.

Slowly did she stand, creeping toward him with her body sitting neutral should he suspect an attack. Once close enough, Dulce chuffed so as to not alarm him. Need help? she asked, now getting a small glimpse at the injured leg. Like Issun, she didn’t know the first thing about herbs, but there must’ve been something else that she could do, right?