Bramblepoint Take a look inside my eyes

throwing her in all these ^^

Bridget had made it as far as the mountains before giving up on going to check in on Caracal. There was no way she was climbing those herself, not after what had happened last time and especially not a leg short. She just had to hope that, someday, he'd come back by and let her make it right.

Instead she circled and decided to restock some marigold from the forest north of the caldera. She'd used quite a bit of it on Castor thus far and never could have enough, honestly. It was a lifesaver when it came to mitigating infection.

Speaking of...

Bridget scented the blood first. Her ears shot up and she immediately began to hone in on the place where it led, though her fur rose in spikes as she wasn't sure what to expect. It could have been a rival predator with a kill but it smelled like wolf - someone injured who likely needed her help.

Shit. It was a wolf, bloody and clearly worse for the wear. Hey. I can help you, okay? Just don't freak out on me. Bridget came closer cautiously so that she could get a better look, but she waited for an indicator on how her proximity would be received. Injured strangers weren't always a walk in the park.