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If anyone were to stumble upon the copse of trees, the first thing they would hear might be the soft scuffling of padded feet and the whimpering of an injured animal. The second thing they would hear, if they ventured closer, would be the soft but anxious muttering of a kimeti voice, pleading -- arguing? -- with, apparently, himself.

"Proud, I can't very well help you if you won't stay still," Thoushalt begged, half worried and half annoyed at the eaglehound who lay propped at his feet, her front paws scrambling at the ground whenever the buck leaned closer to examine her hind leg, twisted unnaturally beneath her. The hound had fallen through a hole between the roots of a mangrove tree and injured herself, and Thou had only managed to lift her gently from the crevasse and lay her on her side before she started whimpering in pain. The leg did not look good -- it wasn't bleeding or torn, but surely it was not supposed to bend that way. [imgright]https://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/imag ... dmouth.gif[/imgright]

"I'm not going to stay still if you keep battering at me with your clumsy hooves!" Proudmouth snapped, in what to Thou's ears were words but to any others would sound like the nervous bark of an injured dog. "You're no healer, you don't know what you're doing!"

[imgleft]http://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/image ... uncert.png[/imgleft] Her ears twitched.

Little Voices stopped mid-stride and stopped to listen, ears straining. There was a scurry of movement on her back and one of the mice she was travelling with ran up her back and through her hair to reach a perch at the top of her head. An emotion from the small creature flowed into Little Voices: concern.

“Yes, you’re right,” she said, though no words had been spoken by the mouse, only feelings. “Someone needs help.”

She turned in the direction and began moving at a trot, always listening, her own ears and Mossflower’s guiding her until the whimpers led her towards a copse of trees. It was the voice that stopped her dead in her tracks, a kin was in there as well.

She wasn’t keen on interacting with a stranger but her instinct to help the injured animal was greater than her social anxiety and after a steadying breath, she pushed slowly through the trees and brush to find whoever needed her assistance.

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