Arrow Lake we are the ones who will never be broken

A lynx.

Her gaze zeroed in to his shoulder, the gouges that bled and she released the breath she did not realize she had been holding. He continued to speak, and she blinked at him—he had been looking for her? The pack politics hadn’t concerned her very much—neither of her leaders had responded illy to Reyson’s gift to them and so she hadn’t concerned herself too much with it, nor had she considered his initial explanation as anything malicious.

She shook her muzzle in turn, pushing that conversation aside for now. Instead, a paw lifted, giving him a small nudge on an area of unmarred skin, which was becoming less and less it seemed, over the man’s years. “Down you go, big guy,” she murmured, an ear flickering to him as he spoke of the attack.

She loped away for a moment, pulling moss and cobweb from nearby brush. She inspected both, ensuring they lacked dirt before  bringing it back to him, waiting for him to settle down before she pressed it to his injuries gently. They would need to staunch the bleeding, first.

It did not bode well that a lynx had done so much damage to a pack in their home. Her heart stammered at the thought of any beast crossing the borders of Epoch and finding one of the many children in their custody. The pups, now, outnumbered the adults, and she felt her lips tightening at the thought.

As she tried to stop the bleeding, she snuck a glance to his face, finally allowing her curiosity to  surface. “From where I come from, allies are those you can rely on for resources, whether food, medical or war. Is that not the case with our packs?”