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The words the man were saying cut as deep into the animals mind as any weapon would. He wailed in pain clutching at his head. No not now...he mustn't now. He had injured to heal, sickness to destroy here first. He could go to the others later. Calming some he took a breath. "They die do to my lack of action. While I roam about they die because I'm not there. Though this truly isn't the the sickness I'm trained to fight, I will do anything in my power to help."

Torak narrowed his eyes, never lowering his sword. "Why should I trust you? You would freely defend a murderer only moments ago."

Alpha settled down protectively around the smaller Lupora, inspecting the newcomer for any injuries or fleas. Tak remained in his defensive posture, as if expecting an attack at any moment, while Darkhoof bent down to nibble on some nearby Umbral Thistle.

*looks at alpha and then looks at my paw and its bleeding*

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Blood. His job was not nearly done here. Leaving the herbs at the disposal of the elf he turned to face the bleeding lupora. "Oh dear, it seems I have come in the nick of time!" The animal exclaimed before standing and lightly padding over towards the two. In this he made an attempt to seem non threatening, though it was rather hard seeing what his appearance is. "Come now little one," he cooed. "Let's have a look at the paw."

*tried to get away from the person and climes over alpha*

Koko walked off her deep wound on her leg still not fully healed, she curled up in a warm spot and watched what was happening whimpering a bit.

Azaroth sighed, closed his eyes in annoyance. "Look. I'm offering you my help. You can either take me to the Sanctuary and lock me up," he sighed. "Or, you could take me up on my offer, and we both win!"

*was talking to alpha in pet language* Help me, he is trying to get me....

"I win either way. How do I know you will keep your word? How do I know I won't find a dagger in my back the moment I let you free?" Torak questioned, remaining motionless.

Alpha reached down to lick the wounds of the smaller Lupora in an almost motherly fashion. Darkhoof looked up from chewing momentarily to gaze at the young Puffadore, who had nearly been forgotten in the heat of the moment. Ensuring she was in no danger, he went back to grazing, while Tak waited patiently for orders.

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He watched for a moment before pulling a few herbs from the pouch. "Have her eat these. It helps with pain and to keep the sickness away." The nytekrie turned from them then and approached the puffadore. She was hurt as well though someone had bandaged it. "This simply won't do!" The bird exclaimed puffing his feathers out in frustration. "May I." He asked pointing to her injured leg.