Great Bear Wilderness umntu ngumtu ngabantu

praimfaya's disappointment is palpable as he informs her that her plan didn't work. she frowns, ears feathering back to careen against the curve of her skull before pushing forward in consideration. she peers left and then right, a soft humming noise vibrating in her throat as she runs through any other plans she can conceive of. the more she gives thought to the sap in his ear the worse of an idea it sounds until she is forced to strike the idea entirely. it is too risky; too dangerous. she isn't a medic and could end up doing permanent damage to him though her intentions are good.

she does not want that on her conscious.

she sniffs around, trying to find something more appalling than rotting meat that might entice the fly out of his ear once and for all. but ends her pacing in front of him with a droop of her shoulders. i don't know what else to try, she admits. i'm sorry.

some time passes and eventually with another apology — assuming the fly hadn't moved — and words of well wishing praimfaya leaves the male and heads back home.