WELCOME TO LOS SANTOS ☆ joining

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I'll come back when you call me

"Da?" The petite vixen scrambled over her paws, bemused at the sheer amount of Pittians present.  This was not the marketplace.  Soon the scent of blood mixing with the familiar aroma of marigold caused her to blink.  She didn't know why everyone else was here but her father must be trying to help someone who was hurt.

As such, she couldn't hold back the startled, indigent scoff at Noor's words.  Her ears flicked back immediately, uneager to draw too much attention to herself.  She simply didn't like the younger girl's rude attitude.  Much less when her father was actually helping someone.  Whatever... The little fox did not want to cause trouble, especially not in front of a stranger.

Instead she slipped closer to her father, golden hues flickering between him and the strange bobcat.  It looked like her father had it covered.  Probably for the better.  Aine had never actually treated anyone larger than herself before.  Even if she knew what to do... She didn't want to mess it up.  Instead, she offered the stranger a friendly, albeit shy, smile.

"… Da, do you 'ave poppy seeds?" Marigold and bandages certainly solved the open wound problem but... Well it probably hurt.

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —