Firestone Hot Springs i took an oath, it's killing me though

He had just started his trek back home when he caught the scent of blood mingled with the pungent smell of the water around him. He was surprised to have been able to smell anything over the hot springs. Pheiros tracked the smell until he found the lithe form of the stranger, or rather, her trail of blood and then her. It soon became apparent why he had been able to scent the blood so well over the stench of the water—there was so much of it; too much to mean anything good.

The golden boy trotted forward, wary but clearly concerned. I'm a medic—well I'm training to be one. But I know a few things and can try to help, he told her as he came to a stop. He waited to come any closer in case she wasn't okay with him being there.