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Skua walked along the dirt road, taking in deep breaths as she listened to the sounds of the forest surrounding her. She wasn't but a day away from Switchback, and the journey to see her mother would take at least a month, but she tried to push aside the worries that she wouldn't get there in time.
Suddenly she began walking slow as the metallic scent of blood hit her nose before her steps to come to a hault. The dragon shifted on her heels warily for a moment, wings flitting and itching to take flight, but something made her pause... Her ear twitched and swiveled forwards as she heard a low groan. Was someone hurt?
Causiously, she kept walking down the path, sniffing the air as she went along until she could practically taste the blood in the air and spotted you, leaning back against a tree holding what looked like a rather large gash on your arm. Skua's chest tightened as a cold puff of foggy air left her maw and she knelt down beside you, cupping your face in her clawed hands, "Oh gods- okay- hello? Can you hear me? Are you conscious?"
She tsked when you didn't respond, looking rather nervous before she began to dig through her apothecary satchel.
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It was a good hour later before you finally woke up, still a little light headed, but you could feel that your arm had been patched up and the wound from earlier hurt far less than before. Out of the corner of your hazy vision you could see the dragon, her wings flitting anxiously as she tried to start a campfire with a piece of flint and steel, "Oh come on... Come on... This is supposed to be easy..." She muttered before sitting back and putting her head in her talons with a groan of defeat.
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