Stavanger Bay Just call [m]e shameless

After witnessing some of the fight she had taken off, and so when the scent of one combatant came to her she stopped and stared. Sanja looked for signs of danger everywhere now.

It wasn't the shadow. It was the grizzled older man, bloody, limping. Hurt on her behalf. A sense of overwhelming guilt filled Sanja and she moved to meet him.

Taking careful stock of his wounds, she moved around him with an air of caution and welcome simultaneously - tail waving, spreading pheromones.

You saved me. Why? She asked in their shared language; a part of her was forever endeared to this man for his aid, but she did not understand his motivation.