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A woman popped from around the back of her den. Ryn wondered how long she'd waited. How long she watched before approaching. Had she been told to come? Or seen and took it upon herself to care for her situation?
Ryn tilted her head, eyes holding childish curiosity at the woman and her bundle.
A smell wafted from it - Speedy. A medic. Herbalist.

A smile touched her lips at the greeting.
"Hey," she chirped back. Her tail wagged in greeting and for friendship as the woman did too.
She was older than Ravaryn herself, but not as old os Keyni or Antares (judging by appearances).

Her left paw was still raised, still welling with a dark red.
"I'm Ravaryn, but you can call me Ryn," she smiled, tail still wagging softly.