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but beyond this, she is tired. from her battle with the wild woman, her victory with the stranger man. her wounds ache, her stomach twists, and she wishes for nothing more than to lay down her head and rest somewhere warm.

beside someone warm, perhaps. qupirruarjuit examines the woman as she treads closer, observing no hostility from her. only a gentle look, soft words.

she is not a warrior, but a healer. qupir forces her fur to lie flat, lowering her head to expose the wound on her scruff. still her eyes remain narrowed, shoulders hunched stubbornly.

"not ill. wounded. you heal." warm breath billows from her jaws in a cloud, and she takes a closer look.

qupir examines the stranger closely, head tilted, inhaling her scent without hesitation. scars part the fur of the pale woman's face. one paints her haunch. not a fighter by nature, then, but a protector. a mother, perhaps.