The Bracken Woods Can't erase what I wrote in ink

"The deer from the west," Uriel's silvers flickered over to where the fallen fawn was, "the stag appeared and attacked." It was an awaited feast of simple gathering, however she was not expecting a tragedy that her new friend, Holly, would be wounded. A pool of blood formed causing her brows to cease in concern; she did not know what to do.

"Hemlocke," the lioness was grateful she was not alone, "do you know how to help?" There was a plea in Uriel's voice, a wavering of emotions. She was worried what would happen if the two just let her be- who knew of medicines?

She failed to notice his change at the moment, while a flicker of their first meeting had passed, the sole focus her gaze was upon Holly and the scarlet that draped behind.