Redhawk Caldera somewhere in the sore, bloated meat around you

too quick for me! Have a Bridget instead <3

She'd arrived back a fairly short time ago, though she intended to go out again as soon as she'd caught a little rest and scrounged up a meal. She hadn't slept long when the call woke her, and it took her a moment to recognize the urgency before she lurched groggily to her feet.

Thankfully she woke up some on the way. By the time she limped onto the scene, though, Teya was already squared off against whoever called. Her defensive pose immediately set Bridget's fur pricking. Had he tried something? She looked him over and some of her worry faded. He looked rough. There probably wasn't much he could try.

That wound looked nasty. She'd need to treat it, and soon, if he was going to have a chance at survival. Let me take a look. She didn't need to worry about the details of who he was or where he came from. Instead she cut straight to business, hoping to get his permission to come closer.