Northstar Vale Vast possibilities, limited time

The woman glanced upwards, a sudden sound interrupting her train of thought. Her paws — now stained dark — lifted up from what used to be a thriving insect. Who was there? She lifted her gaze up from the flooring, glancing over her shoulder to make eye contact with the new coming spectator. It was a wolf. A large one, at that. Much larger than her. His coat was a mix of red and brow hues, An off-white tipped his muzzle and chest fur.

What does he want? She wondered. It was hardly any fun watching her sit about, Kaaya was sure. She searched her mind for answers on who exactly he was. A member of Montagè, perhaps? She had a hard time remembering faces. Always had. Emerald eyes stared back at the awkward figure for a while before she finally opened her mouth to speak.

Oh. She thought. Maybe he’s injured.The thought suddenly occurred to her. Why else would somebody be interested in anything she was doing? She nodded to herself, seemingly now sure of it. 

"Are you hurt?" She questioned, turning around to see him properly and tilting her head. "You’d do better coming down and letting me see what’s wrong. Stalling only ever leads to more pain." The grey wolf beckoned him over. It was a bit ironic, to be honest. She’d just completely dissected something that was perfectly healthy, but now her she was, offering her help to someone else as if she was ever so kind.