The Sentinels Of long lost lullabies,

Her fur rose and face snarled into aggression- but inwardly Umbra laughed at herself. She was injured, and pitiful, what could she do? Though thoughts aside and instincts rose, the other came forth meekly, and had the seafang raise an eye. Submissive toward her? Someone who is injured?

Laughable!

But useful.

"Then heal me." A command, so said the kraken. The other offered so, and she would not let it go to waste. Her shoulder had long been healed, scarred perhaps, and with scabbing, but it was no longer a worry. All she needed was to help her leg.