Sun Mote Copse Run Down

*squishes everyone together* FRIENDS

A little chuckle came from the child, which thrilled Niamh to no end. She hummed a soft chortle herself, and reached down to kiss the top of his head. "That's my little lion boy," She said, pleased that he'd found a bit of a sense of humour. She'd surprised herself- what with calling him hers, but refused to think much of it. She'd found him, and was caring for him- and whoever his parents were, they were obviously negligent. Of course, she was in the same shoes- having a lost child herself- but hers hadn't been lost on account of her negligence; her packmates were guilty of that one. 

Eljay was the first to show, and while he didn't bring food with him, at least she'd be able to check one thing off her list- and that was to get the boy checked out by their medic. She could excuse Eljay for not bringing food because it was more important that he meet them there as quickly as possible. To make Rasalas feel protected, she kept herself between the two- so he could continue to hide behind one of her hind legs if he chose to continue doing so- and she greeted Eljay with a bob of her head and a warm, fond growl. "Eljay," She said. Yes- she still harboured resentment for her packmates for having lost Alyx- but that could wait. She needed him to treat Rasalas, and if he was worried about her snapping at him, he might be distracted. 

"Eljay, this is Rasalas; I found him along the way. He doesn't talk much, 'cause of the wounds on his cheek." She explained, before she stepped her haunches to the side, and swept her muzzle closer to the pale boy's uninjured cheek. "Eljay is our medic. And-" She said, breaking off as she noticed a pale figure in the distance, that caused her to smile faintly. "That pretty girl over there, is Fennec," She said. "Now let's have Eljay have a look at you, hm?" She prompted, and moved back, so that the mild-mannered medic could get a better look at the boy, but she remained close by in case Rasalas sought comfort.