Great Bear Wilderness umntu ngumtu ngabantu

the stranger nods and though praimfaya, given how their conversation has gone thus far, isn't sure how much of her words he's understood has to trust that he trusts her enough to not abandon him in what she knows is a time of need. putting that kind of trust forth when they are strangers that don't even know the other's name...well, its asking a lot. if she was lucky, she would find something left discarded by a small scavenger and she could omit the idea of sappy tree branch at all. she's never came across a situation like this — didn't think it was possible — and thus she could only hope that creativity and lazy and/or sickly scavengers were on her side.

stay. praimfaya tells him firmly. i'll be back. she assures him, emphasizing as best she can with tone. and then she turns and begins her search. anticipation works into her nerves as she tests the scents that line the general area of the wilderness, careful not to stray too far.

and then, lo and behold, lady fortune appears to be on her side for praimfaya follows her nose right to the sickly sweet scent of decaying half eaten squirrel. despite the young worlida's misgivings on if he would be enough to free the stranger from the torment of the little beastie in his ear, praimfaya scoops the corpse betwixt her jaws all the same and lopes back to where she's last left him. assuming he remains, fleetfooted steps take her nearer than she allowed herself previously — trusting him not to attack her — as she sits the corpse upon the earth between them and takes a step back and focusing her frostbound gaze upon his ear, hoping that what she assumes is a delicacy to the fly is enough to draw it out of the man's ear.

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