Redhawk Caldera Chaconne

"Wasn't the cougar," She said, though by that point she assumed Fennec would have deduced as much. She wondered for a moment if Fennec would have ever met Kiwi before- but she was fairly certain that their timelines likely hadn't brought them in contact with one another; thus, why she was Niamh's top choice as a medic. Anyone else might've recognized the scent, and she hadn't decided yet how to handle the truth with those who'd known Kiwi. She'd done what she could to clean her wounds on the way home, and and rolled in the snow enough- she thought- to rid herself of Kiwi's scent, but she'd also been exhausted and delirious.

Did you kill it? She didn't answer. 

"Got caught up with a loner. Pretty sure my eye will be alright, but my leg is what I'd worry most about," She said, propping her right forelimb up in the snow for Fennec to investigate as she wanted to. As she did, she noticed perhaps a bit too late- a tuft of ginger fur that had gotten caught between her claws. She frowned and gritted her teeth.