The Sunspire This mortal form is a bit battered

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Her round of the borderlands had actually met up with the initial scene of it all, but her arrival far too late to see anything but the remnants of the fight -- fur scattered, the earth disturbed by scraping paws, an offensively foreign scent. Her hackles rose to a prominent ridge and with haste, she took off down Jace's trail further into the territory.

Slowing up at the sight of him (roughed up and so on), she chuffed towards him as she neared from behind. Jace, she whuffed, having long since noticed the scent of blood and the stiffness of his walk. Worry was measured, for now.. but she was overly eager to assess this situation, and strode up beside him. What the hell happened? I smelled.. a female..? she panted, eyes narrowed as she got sight of his injuries (although not the one on his nuts).