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  1. Tabby Cat

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    Tabitha wasn't really feeling up to going into town. There were plenty of reasons for her to do it, but she didn't want to deal with people. Especially not Rauru people. She was sort of hunrgy, but not that hungry. She'd managed to snare a pheasant yesterday, which had kept her fed until now, but now she had no more food. She needed to buy rations, but not much else besides it. She didn't have a pressing need besides her impending death by starvation, and that was weeks out. She could manage. She wasn't super deep into the forest, anyhow.

    So she'd more or less just sat in her crude encampment all day. She had a lot of darning and sewing to do, and she was keen on reasons to keep herself away from the town, the public drunkenness, and the arrest that would follow. She wasn't drinking right now, but she definitely would be if she went into town. She smiled to her socks as she patched a new piece of scratchy woolen fabric to the heel. Plenty of reasons not to go into town.

    As she continued to rationalize staying in the creepy, relatively dangerous haunted forest, the sun set beyond where it could peek over the skeletal trees at the edge of her clearing. She looked up for a minute, idly musing about whether or not she should gather more tinder to start another fire. She had a ring of rocks that surrounded mostly ash and charcoal from the previous night's fire, but she also had plenty of blankets and a nice warm tent. The weather was getting warmer, so soon a fire would only be for cooking. And light. Light would be nice, especially in such a eerie place.
    She stretched her arms up, arching her back as the blanket slid off her shoulders and the wind chilled her through her wool sweater and pants. She could hear her mother chastising her.
    "You'll wind up a hunchback, Tabby Cat," she said to herself in a mocking tone. She didn't resent her mother for saying that so often, because her back really did hurt. She had enough back pain without making it worse for herself, she supposed.
     
  2. Varus moved through the forest silently and swiftly. He was far enough away from the site of his previous encounter, however he was still eager to be back in the safety of his little cabin out in this forest. Harma followed close on his heels as she always had. varus looked up and saw the sun setting he stopped and stretched out his senses in every direction around him. "Hmm, it seems as though the more wild creatures are waking up,ay Harma." Harma barked in agreement. There was a silent nod between the two of them as they prepared to move on. Then Varus stopped again as his senses picked up something else, a woman's voice, hylian. Harma got low and stared up at Varus, he knew the look. "So you hear her too. Wanna check it out?" There was a low grunt from Harma. Vaurs nodded and pulled his hood back over his head.

    Varus approached the area slowly and silently, coming upon the tiny clearing near one of the trails that leads through the forest. He placed himself in some bushes and peered through them. He saw the woman in the clearing, simple clothes, glasses, no weapons in sight, and a firepit. It was well kept and would not burn anything down though it would not help if the creatures of the night slipped out and tried to attack hr. After assessing the situation, Varus knew that she would likely not survive the night here on her own, should she choose to stay in this part of the forest. Varus did not want to have to interact with anyone else today, not after what happened earlier. He looked around, seeing several trees from which he could watchover the campsite. He could protect her from the creatures here and she would be none the wiser, good. Varus did not want to be a hero like inthe stories he read as a child, however he also felt that it was his duty to protect this forest from people and people from this forest, a job that he had inherited from his mentor.

    Varus was about to move over to a tree to climb it and provide overwatch, when a cheeky wolf came up behind him and pushed him through the bushes into the clearing. Varus stumbled into the clearing in full view of the woman, and made enough noise that she was sure to have heard him.There was no stopping it now. Varus was now in a social situation that he did not want to be a part of. Varus kept his hood up as he turned to speak with her, "You are not as safe here as you think you are. This forest borders the Haunted Forest to the west, and the creatures from there frequent this area during the night." Varus' tone was foreboding, but was not meant to strike fear. He was simply stating the truth.
     
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    Tabs sighed as she leaned back onto the blanket she'd had draped over her. It was kind of getting late, she guessed. Maybe too late to gather sticks. She didn't hate that she'd removed an annoying decision from consideration by sheer laziness. Sometimes laziness payed off, after all.
    Tabs nearly broke something she sat up so quickly. She stared for a moment, trying to process. There was suddenly someone in the clearing, whose face she couldn't see for the brown cowl. He spoke and she listened, but it took far too long for her to reply. She tried vocalizing, but she wasn't really good with having to speak all so suddenly. She was looking stupid. She shut her mouth because she looked like a codfish. She coughed into her sleeve then cleared her throat, trying to think of a reply in this pitiful vie for time.
    "I, uh. No." She closed her eyes a second, hoping to remember to throw herself off a cliff next chance she got. "No, I mean, uh," she stuttered. "I'm fine here. I've camped around here before. I can- can-" She couldn't think of the right words. "I'm fine." She bit the inside of her cheek, stopping a laugh directed at herself. This was really awkward. She wasn't being very polite to someone she'd just met.
    She stood up, gave a slight bow and hesitated before deciding it might be a bad idea to walk up to the cloaked forest-dweller she'd never met before. With her luck it was probably a Stalfos. Not that she had anything against Stalfos. That was fine, being a Stalfos. That's normal. Well, not normal, but it's okay. To be a Stalfos.
    She was suddenly glad she was only thinking that. Her mouth was hanging a bit open again, so she decided to put it to use, saying "I appreciate the concern," but she mostly just looked very guarded. Her hand had gone to her deep pockets, where her small hunting knife lay, blade wrapped in leather. Her pulse was suddenly very high. What if he was dangerous? She'd never be able to unwrap the knife if he decided to draw a weapon of his own. She'd also never be able to overpower really anyone who felt comfortable giving warnings out to people about the haunted forest. Oh, yeah. He'd given her some kind advice, though. But, what if he was still some kind of creep? She decided to stop thinking. Her arm relaxed. It wasn't worth caring about, she decided, even though it was potentially her life on the line.
    She reached up and scratched the back of her neck. "Um, do you," She paused, realizing she didn't have any food to offer. She gestured to the ring of rocks that didn't have a fire inside it. "- Do you want to sit down?" She didn't know if he was just popping in for a foreboding warning or if he had intended it as a conversational opener.
     
  4. Varus took a step back as she stood up, still very antsy from his previous encounter that morning. He kept a healthy distance from her at all times as she spoke, not wanting to be caught off guard should she try to surprise him. His breaths were heavy and quick, from both the running he had been doing and the stress that he was under since this morning. He watched as she reached into her pocket and grabbed something, though he could not tell what. Assuming the worst Varus took another step back and his had reached back for his crossbow under his cloak. His eyes, filled with fear and worry, locked with her's for but a moment. His had touched and grabbed his crossbow, but Varus stopped. He glared at her for a short while longer before relaxing. Varus realized that there was no threat, he was not in danger, it was him. Over reacting like he did that morning was what was causing all of this stress and tension he was feeling.

    Varus lowered his hand and took a breath, calming himself. He took another step back and looked at her again as she finished. He kept his hood up, but his face could still be seen through it. He gave her a confused look as she stuttered as she was offering him a seat. Varus looked at the fire pit, it was small, but probably enough to provide warmth for them. He did not respond to her, choosing instead to look back up at her and start the fire himself. He moved off into the woods around the clearing, but stayed within sight. He found plenty of wood in the forest in the woods around him of all the sizes he needed. He walked back over to the fire pit and set up a quick fire, using a small tinderbox he kept on him.

    The fire lit quickly, consuming the tinder and kindling and igniting the large pieces of wood that served as the fuel. He left the rest of the sticks in a small pile to the side of the pit, close enough to be convenient but far enough to not be in danger of igniting from the tiny embers that flaked from the fire. Varus then moved over and sat down leaning against a tree a bit farther away, his hood stayed up. He felt to awkward and unsure to start a conversation. He simply sat there in silence.
     
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    Tabitha quickly realized her guest was not much of a threat. The way he moved suggested he was actually quite shy and defensive, which she supposed sort of made sense for someone who was sequestered on the border of a dangerous forest and wore robes. She actually kind of felt bad for having been stumbled up--which was an absurd notion indeed--because he seemed much more at home here than she was. In a strange sense, she felt as though she were the intruder as he started to walk off. She blinked a moment, about to sit down and likely move on from the strange occurrence until she realized that he wasn't leaving. He was just gathering tinder and firewood.
    Her mouth was hanging open, but she didn't notice for a few moments as she stared around at the ground, trying to think of what to do. He hadn't said another word to her before he'd gone off to gather them. She stared blankly after him as he continued gathering, then did random motions with her hands at her sides before deciding to sit down next to the ring of rocks she'd set up. She shut her mouth. She didn't know what else to do. This situation was bizarre. She'd been encountered by a strange forest man who gave her a dark warning before very chivalrously going off to gather firewood. She wondered if she'd hit her head. Or maybe she was being haunted. Was that how hauntings worked? She hadn't read any reasonably believable accounts of something like that. Her mind wandered as she waited for her unexpected guest to return. He seemed to be gathering a bit more than enough for a single fire at this point, but she wasn't complaining. She wondered if she was supposed to thank him in some way. She didn't have any food. Thank him in some way. Her mind wandered, she bit her tongue, then she rummaged behind her for her kettle and tea tin. It held a sizable amount of spices and crushed black herbs, a mix she'd made to roughly imitate whatever recipe her mother used and wouldn't share with her. She kind of liked her own version better at this point. Cardamom, cinnamon and ginger were the only spices she had used, but she had a small jar of honey she'd decided to use on a special occasion as well. She guessed this was a sort of special occasion, although she was hesitant to share the sweet treat.
    She pulled the honey out of its place and set it on top of the closed tin, before emptying about half of the contents of her water skin into her kettle.
    Her guest returned with the kindling and started a fire. She watched him work. She attempted to say 'Thank you,' but it mostly just came out as a small exhalation of breath. She'd obviously forgotten to use her vocal chords. Her guest had excused himself to the closest tree, sitting a bit further than she would have had sat from a relatively nice source of warmth. The sun was past the horizon and wasn't glimmering through even the sparcest patches of trees anymore. She wanted to offer him a seat closer to the fire, but couldn't build up the nerve.
    She stared at the fire a second before setting up the metal rods of the kettle's stand over the fire and sliding the teakettle onto it. She was forward on her haunches, tending at he fire with a younger branch she'd pulled from the pile.

    On a whim, she said, "You can, uh, sit closer to the fire. I don't bite." She bit her lip, realizing she had never introduced herself. She looked over at where he was sitting, but she couldn't see very well for the smoke and fire between them. "I'm Tabitha Weber. Everyone calls me Tabs, though. What are you doing in this, um, dangerous forest?" She'd tried to make a joke, but it sounded more like an honest question.
     
  6. Varus sat in silence against the tree, simply watching as she poked and prodded at the fire. He watched as she pulled out the small kettle and herbs from her bag and began to boil the water to make, what he assumed was tea. She even pulled out a small jar of honey, something that was not very common, and was likely valued by the person. Varus managed a weak, but earnest smile in return for her offer of a closer seat. He stood up and moved closer, taking a seat near her, but still far enough for Varus to feel comfortable. He reached into his pouch on his belt and pulled out a few simple green leaves. He passed them to her saying, "These would make a good tea, just tear them up before putting them in the water. They go well with many spices."

    He nodded to her as she introduced herself to him. He remained silent for a little longer as she asked her question. He contemplated if he should answer her question or tell her his name, or both, or if he should just remain silent. He felt awkward around her, as he did around anyone new, but he also knew, from his travels with Skyden, Melody, and Jace, that once the introductions were out of the way, much of that tension would be gone. He took a breath and gathered the courage to speak to her though he continues to stare at the fire with his hood up. "I am Varus, this forest is where I live." He chose not to divulge where his house actually was in this forest. "I live off the land here, making stops into Raru every now and then to trade for the herbs I collect out here." He stops for a moment and looks away from the fire to her. "It is good to meet you, Tabitha. Not many people visit this deep into the forest." He meant it to somewhat pose a question, and somewhat of a complement, and somewhat as a warning, though he had no clue how she would take it as.

    Varus looked back into the fire, simply staring into it. He watched as the branches cracked and popped, adding to the places where flames would spew from. He reached over and pulled a smallish branch from the pile, and snapped it in half. He took one half and placed it under the stand for the kettle, and placing the other one touching it, but also reaching down into the heart of the fire so that it would light faster. He watched some more as the kettle started to whine, indicating that the water was boiled. He looked over to Tabitha then looked back at the kettle, wordlessly communicating that he would let her do the pouring, as he was too awkward and afraid to touch her stuff as the moment.
     
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    Tabs tried her best at a welcoming smile as he approached the fire. She managed to show her teeth in a way that probably couldn't be discerned as a sign of aggression. She let out a small laugh that was mostly just awkward, too, so that was cool. Smooth as a goddamn bush. He'd sat down a distance away that was comfortable probably for both of them, although she still flinched when he leaned in to offer hear leaves. She stared at the leaves for a second. She had no clue what to think. Did he just... Not know anything about tea? You can't just mix and match herbs. That's going to end up just making hot leaf juice. She had no clue what to think, but she realized she probably should take them. She did so, and then realized she could pretend to interpret it as a gift intended for a later date. Genius, Tabitha. Maybe that was what it had been meant as, actually. Maybe she was just socially inept. Maybe.
    "Thank you," she said, making a show of sliding the leaves into her pocket. She listened as he started to open up, if opening up was speaking without seeking eye contact. She nodded when he said his name, thinking it in her head over and over. Varus. Varus. Varus. She almost missed the rest of what he was saying. She frantically thought about it, and was glad there was only firelight to illuminate what would have been her concentrating face. Lives off land. Sells collected herbs in Rauru. Living off the land sounded like a strange way to put it in the dense woods, but she supposed he must have a cabin and some kind of garden somewhere. She supposed he must know something about tea then, if he traded in herbs. Or maybe he only knew them by prices. She knew people like that. It annoyed her when people didn't know things about their trade.
    "Good to meet you, too," she said, jerking herself back into the conversation. "I, uh, usually." She hadn't phrased that right. "I'm usually not that deep into the forest. I haven't had any trouble this far in, and I've made my rounds a few times. I just." She paused, giving a wry smile. "Really don't like the Order. They're kind of...Prudish-- In my opinion, though! I mean, there's nothing wrong with that." She was quick to correct herself, as not to offend someone who might agree more with them. While on one had he didn't live there with them, he still did a lot of trade from what he'd said. "It's just that I have a... Thing with alcohol.* And it's not even always terrible, I'm not even always totally smashed when they kick me out or lock me up." She realized she was complaining, and laughed apologetically, which she surprisingly did pretty smoothly. Why did she have to be smooth when talking about her alcoholism? "Sorry, ignore me ranting," she said, leaning behind herself to pick up her wooden mugs in a ploy to raise her eyebrows at herself. Weird night.
    She pinched a sizable amount of her tealeaves into each cup, waiting as the teakettle started to chirp for a second before gracefully poking a stick under its handle and pulling it off its rack, letting the metal rods tumble into the fire as though dislodged by an idiot who didn't know how to get the teakettle off it without doing that. She set down the pot and gave it a half smile before pouring it into both mugs. The cups didn't have handles but they didn't get too hot anyhow. She set one next to her guest on the ground, careful not to spill, before unwrapping the fabric lid of her honey jar. She didn't have a clean spoon or anything, so she just figured she'd pour some into her mug. It didn't work out amazingly, since she got more than she'd wanted and the jar was now sticky, but it hadn't been a resounding failure, so she counted it as a success.
    "You can, uh, have some of this if you want." She wanted to add 'Not all of it' but thought that would seem rude. It was more than enough for a cup of tea anyhow. "It's a little sticky, though." She didn't want to set it down, so she kind of just let it hang there in her outstretched arm. "Do you like living in the forest? Or is it just better than Rauru?"

    *That's step one, Tabs. Admit you have a problem.**
    **Wait, is this joke even funny? It's mostly just sad.
     
  8. Varus smiled as she put the herbs away in her bag, which is what he had intended it for. He never liked to receive things from people without something in return. He responded with a simple and quick, "Good to meet you, as well." Trying to remember manors he was supposed to have around people. He simply nodded along as she went on about the order, paying attention and responding to her when it seemed appropriate, "Um, yes, Alcohol. I don't drink it very often at all, so I can't say much about it." He noticed her recoil and almost contradictory statements about the order, but was too focused on trying to be somewhat social and polite that he didn't make anything out of it. "No it, it's, it's fine. I, I don't, don't mind it."

    She watched as she clumsily pulled the Kettle off the fire causing the rods to fall in. As she poured the water for their tea, Varus carefully pulled out the metal rods out from the fire by the cooler ends that were sticking out from the sides of the fire, laying them to the side to cool off. Even still there was one that was stuck in the middle with no end sticking out, Varus knew how to get that one out however. He glanced out to the side and found a safe spot for this really hot one to land, far enough away from the two of them and away from things that could burn. He pulled up his waterskin, and poured some water into his hand, making sure his fingers were fairly wet. In the blink of an eye, Varus reached into the fire and grabbed the rod in his fingertips, pulling it out of the fire as he simultaneously flicked it over to the spot he chose. it landed, just about where he wanted it to, it was still in a safe spot to cool off. Varus looked down at his hand, checking to see if his trick had failed him at all, which it had not. His hand was perfectly fine, if only a little bit hot. The water had evaporated as he put his hand in the fire protecting his hand from harm.

    He sat back down accepting the tea from Tabitha. He stared at the Jar of honey for a moment, unsure of how to answer. Would it be better for him to refuse the honey? But would she take that as an insult? Did she mean it as a polite gesture, but didn't want to give him any? Would she take offence if he did take some? Varus' social awkwardness grew as he sat there contemplating what he should do. Eventually he took a breath, and accepted the Honey. "Thank you," He said awkwardly as he poured just a tiny bit into his tea, before handing the honey back to Tabitha. He grew a bit more reserved as she continued to ask about why he lived out here. Then he remembered that she probably meant it in the same vein as when she was talking about her own opinion of Raru. Varus didn't catch it if she was trying to probe him for his own opinions, which he did give freely, "I just, I've lived out here, basically my whole life. I, I don't, don't know much about politics, or what the people of Raru think or, religion, if, if that's what you mean. I just do some trade with them, sometimes, only with certain people. I, I, I don't know many people in the city." Varus went silent for a little bit, just long enough for it to be awkward, before letting out a quiet, "I, I have problems dealing with people..." His voice trailed off near the end of that.

    His ears caught a tiny twig snapping from a distance away, though it was too soft for Tabitha to have heard it. Varus put down his half finished tea and looked in the direction of where he heard it from, extending his senses to try and tell exactly what it was. A leaf rustle, and then another. He heard a bush rustle to his left. One creature, average size. Then his attention was drawn back to the first set of sounds, as he heard another creature silently stepping in, stalking. He heard four in total to his front, and recognized the sound to his side as Harma. though the others were not here to be friends. He slipped his crossbow out from his back, and said to Tabitha without looking back, "The creatures I spoke of are here, probably Wolfos. Stay close."
     
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    Tabs couldn't help but smile as he kept along with the conversation. He obviously wasn't confident, with the way he stuttered. In a strange way, it made her feel more relaxed.
    She watched as he wet his hand, and knew what he was attempting to do before he'd started. The water would, in theory, protect his hand, but Tabitha herself would never have attempted it. She would've found some way to mess it up- and it was probably only a margin of a fraction of a second before one's hand would get badly burnt. As it was, Varus seemed extremely capable. The flick of his wrist that sent it into a safe spot was very good. She raised her eyebrows at him, giving him an impressed nod.
    She let her arm drop when he took the jar of honey, resisting the urge to lick her fingers and instead poured some of her water onto them, washing the sticky liquid away before drying them on her pants. She started on her tea as he spoke, though at first it was much too hot to drink.
    "Yeah, I get that," she said, although she didn't really get it at all. She had too many opinions about religion and politics to understand what it was like to grow up without them. She didn't really know how to respond when he mentioned not being able to deal with people easily, either. It might seem weird to agree to that, she decided, but he'd trailed off anyways. It was pretty open ended, so she was content with what she thought was an awkward silence that followed.
    As the twig snapped a ways off and Varus reacted to it, Tabs could only watch. She was suddenly much out of her depths. Why were there Wolfos here? She hadn't been cooking, and the light should have done plenty enough to scare them off. Maybe she'd ventured further into the woods than she had at first intended- She hadn't been paying a lot of attention to her map.
    She slowly stood, hand going to her pocked and removing her small knife. "Are you sure it's Wolfos? Why would a pack be this far out? Do you need help? i only have a small knife." It wasn't much, but at least she now had ample time to remove the bindings from the blade.
     
  10. Varus trained his crossbow at the trees where the wolfos stalked them from. Still keeping the crossbow up, he reached into one to the pockets on his belt and pulled out a whistle. He brought the little thing to his lips and blew on it. The sound that was too high for himself or Tabitha to hear, would be like an incessant screech in the ears of the wolfos. Harma would hear it too, though she was more used to the sound than these feral wolfos. He heard the sound of them back away a few steps, flinching at the noise, but the stuck through it and remained ready to pounce.

    He shot a look back to Tabitha, "No, it seems there are only four. I should be able to handle this. Stick close. They usually scatter once the alpha is.." He is cut off by the slam of paws as a wolfos pounces. He tracks it up and fires his crossbow. The bolt finds a firm purchase in the eye of the wolfs and its body falls out of the air, flopping down at Varus' feet. There is no time in between attacks as a second wolfos pounces. Varus has no time to reload, but continues to anyway knowing exactly what will happen. A shadow bolts out from the treeline and jumps, interception the wolfos. It is Harma, Vaurs' grey and black wolfos. She tackles the feral wolfos and the two go skidding off to the side, locked in combat.

    Vaurs' second bolt slides into the crossbow just in time for him to bring it to bear on the third wolfos. This time however the body of the wolfos keeps flying and slams into Varus, knocking him to the ground. He pushes up to try to shove it off but then the creature begins to stir again. The bolt had pierced its heart and it was doomed to die, but the wound had not killed it yet. Bleeding out and fueled by rage, the wolfos rose and pinned Varus. At the same time, the final wolfos sprinted from the trees, making a b-line for Tabitha. Varus struggled with the one on top of him. He drew his knife and plunged it into the side of its head. This time, it fell for good. Vaurs began to shove the heavy creature off of him, but he was a hair too late. The fourth wolfos would make it to her before Varus could do anything. Varus hopped she could hold out long enough for him to act.
     
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    Tabitha basically started panicking instantly. She wasn't built for situations like this, see- not emotionally, not physically. She knew what to do, roughly, if she was pounced upon, but she didn't have any trust in her ability to act on that knowledge. The wolfos were massive compared regular wolves, terrifying creatures really. She wondered again why they were hunting so far from the thicker parts of the forest, or if she'd somehow set up camp much further in than she'd anticipated. Maybe it was the magic of the forest that had beckoned her closer in. Stranger things than that had happened in the woods, she supposed. And she was a goddamn ditz sometimes. It was probably that.
    No time to be reminiscing, Tabitha, she scolded herself inside her head. She sounded like her mother in her head, sometimes. Varus had already slain one of the attacking hounds, deftly snuffing out its spark with a bolt through the eye. Impressive, but that was unimportant. Three more, and she was standing around like an idiot. Her tiny knife was no longer sheathed, but even when sharp she wasn't convinced she'd be able to cut anything. She hesitated as the second wolf pounced, teeth clenched before another wolf joined the fray, hopping right past her to attack the other animal. This was all very confusing. Had his whistle called in a fifth wolfos? Or could she simply not count? Or could he not count? She didn't want to assume that of him. That would be unfair to him- he already had a wolf on top of him, why would she burden him with more.
    He had a wolf on top of him. She was already panicking, but she somehow managed to do it more. She started to crouch over him, voice rising as she saw blood pool, but then he'd rolled its corpse off from on top and she saw the wound was not his. He had bested two, and the dark horse wolfos was still in fray with the third- Where was the fourth?
    She was very suddenly swinging her arm at where she now knew the fourth wolfos to be. It was so very fast, and her reflexes so very slow- and yet, she had managed to lead the short blade right into hits neck- just under the jaw. Her excessive efforts sent her sprawling in one direction, the wolfos in the other. It panted and made after her a moment before realizing its wounds were dire. Its whimpering was painful in her ears.
    She stared down at her hand and blade, bloodsoaked even from such a swift connection. She stared dazedly, too stressed to move. Her arms hurt, so the wolf had made some sort of success in its attack. It didn't feel like much more than scrapes, though. Lucky for her, with the size of their claws, she supposed.
    Someone spoke- it must have been her. "So, uh, are we. Clear." A pause. "Are there any more?" The wolfos she had wounded continued to whine as it crawled off to die, nearly dragging its head in the leaves. "I thought Wolfos didn't like campfires."
     
  12. Varus walked over to the limping and wounded Wolfos. It's whimpering pained Varus almost more than the gash on his arm. He solemnly sat down in front of it as it tried to limp away. Varus saw the wounds and in that moment he met eyes with the creature that was trying to kill him and Tabitha almost moments before, both Varus and the Wolfos knew the Wolfos was going to die one way or another. Varus saw fear in the eyes of the Wolfos and for a moment remembered the moment when he saved Harma. He smiled and reached out to the Wolfos patting its head, it did just try to kill him, but it was still a part of this forest, something he had vowed to protect as best he could. The Wolfos saw this in his eyes and understood sitting down and letting Varus pet it. Varus gently helped the wolfos down to the ground and kept petting it, and comforting it, as he drew his dagger once again, holding it under it's head out of view. Then, in one movement he plunged it up through its skull, killing it immediately. It closed its eyes for the last time, its suffering ended, a far better and quicker death than bleeding out.

    Varus stood and sheathed his dagger, Harma was sitting obediently over near Tabitha, licking a nasty bite in her shoulders too. He stepped over and quickly determined that none of them has anything serious, If anything the most serious thing was Varus' gash down the length of his arm, which was still bleeding and dripping blood as he assessed the other's wounds more closely. Harma was fine, she would lick the wound and shrug it off before long. Varus took Tabitha's arm and began looking at it, nothing more than scratches and small cuts, though he asked, almost out of instinct, "Are you ok?" paying more attention to Tabitha than his own wounds. He sighed as he responded to Tabitha's question, "Well, unfortunately they can do many things you don't expect them to when they get hungry. Yes that is all of them." His voice remained calm and steady a calm something that his Mentor did during Varus' first taste of battle to calm him and get him out of shock. He hoped he could calm Tabitha in this way too.
     
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    Tabitha watched as Varus performed the mercy kill. Although it might have seemed a cruel thing to do, she herself hadn't had the guts to even consider it. Brave and kind, rather than cruel- although he had gone about it in a very misleading way. She hadn't thought about things like that before. If she had had an animal stuck in a trap she simply went to it without thought. There was something different about the way he comforted the beast. She almost felt bad about having hurt it, but it had made an attempt to eat her.
    She looked over to the Wolfos who had come to aid them. It was licking at its wounds, but the large wolf was still just as intimidating. It seemed that Varus had it as a pet. He was coming off as a real denizen of the forest, like the old tales of druids and good-natured rogues. She supposed there wasn't anything that kept those particular stories from ringing true, other than embellishments on magic and skill.

    She blushed as Varus grabbed her arm, turning her head away from the fire to hide it. She nodded to his question, "It's not my blood," she said. He seemed to have lost his sense of personal boundaries, or at least had never had any besides the wariness he'd previously shown. She had read a study on adrenaline once. It was probably that, impairing his ability to read the situation. Or maybe she was being overly sensitive about it. He was still holding her arm, but he'd said something about them being hungry, and how it really was all of them. She nodded again, her face still red.
    "Did you get hurt, I, uh, have bandages and stuff. And water to clean it if anything's deep." She didn't look at him, instead pulling away to reach into her bag. Her arm was bleeding a little, but it wasn't anything that wouldn't heal over without assistance. They were more length-wise than deep, so only a few parts were deep enough to break through all the layers of her skin. She must have been scraped by the side of the claw on her way down.
    She fumbled in her bag with her left hand, making a general mess of the insides before pulling out a roll of cotton. She looked over to Varus, whose arm seemed to be in bad shape. She couldn't see much of it because of the blood, but the fact that there was a lot of the blood was worrying. "Oh," she said, leaning down again to grab her waterskin. She held out her hand, the roll of cotton dangerously near unraveling onto the forest ground in her clumsy grip. "Here, do you need help, or...?" She trailed off, avoiding eye contact. She wanted to throw up a little, now that she thought of it. The blood on her hand that still clutched the knife was slimy as it began to coagulate.
     
  14. Varus remained socially oblivious to Tabitha's blush and awkwardness. He finished his assessment, determining that it was indeed nothing more than scratches, he released her hand to inspect his own injuries. His own cut was far worse, but also far from the worst injury he had sustained. He watched as she fumbled with her waterskin and bandages, offering to help him. Varus knew he had bandages and medicinal herbs of his own, though once again Varus' mind was thrown into a panic about if he should accept the help as a courtesy, or deny it as to not waste her resources. He came to the decision to accept he help, "Uh, thank you." He takes the bandages from her and sits, holding his arm out. He reaches into a pouch, pulling out a few leaves stuffing them in his mouth and chewing to turn them into a paste. He holds out his arm, again entirely oblivious to any social boundaries, "If you could," as he gestures to her waterskin.

    He winced ever so slightly as she poured the water over his arm. It reveals a deep cut that runs down his arm, though it is not as bad than Varus had first thought, as it did not his any major veins. He spit the green paste he had been making into his hand, before rubbing it into the wound, again wincing slightly. He Then takes the bandages, which he had slung over his shoulder, and begins to wrap his arm. He looks back to Tabitha as he finishes, "Thank you." He looks to his wolfos, spitting more of the paste into his hand and begins to apply it to her wounds.
     

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