08-20-2018, 08:36 PM
The druidic erudite knew when someone needed her - well, rarely, and sometimes she ended up wrong. The art of guesstimating obviously wasn't an exact science, but she seemed to hit the jackpot this time. With slow, deliberate steps the serval walked over to where Melantha took the younger serval into the shade; her ears twitched as she heard the rustling of leaves from the oasis.
Dropping her leather satchel, her paws rummaged around inside before she pulled out her metal water bottle. "Good work getting her in the shade - she's probably suffering from heatstroke or dehydration, perhaps a mix of both," Azu commented with a slight nod, before her bronze eyes drifted back to the outsider.
Dropping her leather satchel, her paws rummaged around inside before she pulled out her metal water bottle. "Good work getting her in the shade - she's probably suffering from heatstroke or dehydration, perhaps a mix of both," Azu commented with a slight nod, before her bronze eyes drifted back to the outsider.