Redhawk Caldera Chaconne

The worst of it was her leg.  Fennec noted this automatically but her thoughts were preoccupied because she definitely knew this scent.  And it was no cougar.

Fennec's expression was probably a mix of surprise and annoyance as the recognition hit her.  She ducked inside, grabbing a piece of the root she'd gathered and given the others, and dropped it in the snow next to Niamh.  Eat that.  If y'need it, I found somethin for pain, but it isn't strong.  She let out a small hff as she settled in to help clean up the worse of the wounds, the one on her leg.

Before she started in, she paused.  She attacked me too.  When I was getting herbs yesterday.  I tried to ask who she was and she wouldn't tell, kept asking about the Caldera instead.  I wouldn't say.  She let annoyance cut through that last statement, because she was a little pissed just remembering it.  Who did that?  Fennec didn't consider herself to be the nicest stranger but that didn't mean she couldn't recognize a complete asshole when she met them.  I didn't figure she'd try it again.

From this bite, apparently Fennec had gotten real lucky in her catch.  Because she obviously hadn't been playing around.