The Sunspire Muscle car.

Oh, was the only word that she could commit to in that moment. Huh.

And then there was a pregnant pause, when Reyson made himself known and announced to the fallen she-wolf that he also enjoyed to partake in activities with his dick in a woman, as well. Little deer left the building and she went on autopilot, noting how miserable her new charge looked.

The ashen waif logged that information away for later, giving a gentle nod to the woman and moving to collect the softest moss she could find. Keep her occupied? She spoke to Reyson, her eyes upon him for a stolen moment.

It would have been more ideal were they closer to Epoch, but she didn’t think Towhee would make it without passing out. Though, perhaps that would be a blessing to save the darker female the pain for now. 

Instead, she worked with what she had, unwilling to go further to fetch other supplies and leave the new Epochian stranded on the ground. She found a water source close by, gone only a moment when she dipped the moss to it, and trailing back, she placed a paw gingerly on the woman’s own paw, letting her know she would begin. 

And she began to clean, hoping the blood would soon desist and the scab would form quickly this time—who knew how long Towhee’s healing had been set back from this event.