07-18-2018, 08:47 PM
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"No need to move her, I'm here," the ocelot's raspy voice called out, words carried more by the wind than her lungs. With her usual herb-scented satchel by her side, she quickly darted to Caecia's with a puzzled expression. She certainly could tell by the cub's aura that she felt pain - physical, as well as something that almost seemed like embarrassment - but that ended the useful information she could gather. Besides, with the child's face painted in agony, her additional abilities seemed quite useless at the moment. "Can you describe the pain? What were you doing before it struck?" the pale wildcat asked, unaware that Caecia inadvertently caused her own suffering and knew the cause.