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Kukutux invited her closer, using a strange word. She intended to ask what it meant, though as she came to sit beside the pale woman, her attention fell upon her injuries. She inhaled quietly but sharply, only dimly registering Kukutux's words. The sight of her wounds made the situation feel much worse somehow, while simultaneously taking her back to that moment when she'd held her maimed friend's paw as she passed away...

Swallowing thickly, Meerkat politely shook her head at the proffered food. She wouldn't be able to eat if she tried. "I told Sialuk I'd stay here for a few days to help you get your pack—your village—established." Being faced with Kukutux's condition, Meerkat realized she wouldn't be able to take off that soon, at least not in good conscience. "I'm going to the caldera soon, though I'll be back. I'll stick around at least until you're back on your feet," she decided aloud.

Her honey eyes skirted away for a moment, toward the glen where Bronco and the others still searched for survivors. She still intended to go wherever he went, though she doubted he would hold it against her if she stayed here a little longer to provide support before rejoining him. Perhaps he and the others might end up here anyway. Things were still up in the air and anything could happen.