Smelling of ice and coal / Chased; joining

Farah tutted her tongue. "I'd been planning to help in just a second, anyway," she murmured, before realizing a near second later the fatality of the situation at hand. A frown, one of stupefaction and mortification, pulled at her lips. A soft"Ah," was inhaled by the cougar. "You know what, my apologies. Seem pretty oblivious, now don't I..." The whiskers twitched thoughtfully as she studied the details of the scene. "'Zit bad? Let me  know how I can help.. Cobweb, maybe? Hmm." Her head craned for her to peer up the branches of the nearby trees.

Her eyes then landed, though, on Elsweyr, as the lioness neared. "Uh-huh. Aurum, right. Yep. Will do." Tail flicking she whisked around, pacing her way into a trot in the direction of camp. "Stay alive for me back there, will ya' bud? Thank youuu. Op and I-" She picked up the place veeringly upon hearing the tiger's attempt at approaching her. "Yep, Tanglewood, correct! Now I'll be right back." She rounded a corner, figure graying away into a copse of trees.