Haunted Wood In Need of A Savior

The blood was the first indication that something wasn't right. She caught its scent a while before she caught sight of him.

Bridget was scouting for prey. She wouldn't hunt on her own, for a variety of reasons, but she could at least let the others know and they could potentially try for something larger. She wanted to try herself, to prove she still could, and it had simply been a while. Something like that might be good for Brecheliant.

Instead she was getting waylaid. She couldn't ignore someone needing help. Hey. Hold on. If you're injured, I might be able to help. She called this out as soon as she saw him, but before she moved in too close. She couldn't see the extent of things but she could certainly hear his cursing.