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A Slight Case of Charity - Nate - 5/7/2026
Forward dated to 5/12
They were wolves. Wolves were meant to hunt. Not the ravenous way hypocritical ranchers accused, to justify killing a free thing. But in the order of things, balance between beast clans, waya had a role. Prey that was sickly or frail were prime targets, to keep sick from spreading, to keep suffering from drawing out.
And yet Mythris had, until recently, been rather determined to stamp out wolven race no matter the cost. Even at the expense of the elk, and the chickadee, and the tortoise, and the frog. In some ways, life was restored. In others, it was still mending. Lives were always precious... wastefulness was the flaw of the arrogant, regardless of what skin they wore.
So Nate rather felt like being a wolf, and being a man with the power to remember histories, were at odds, here.
A wolf should cull this fawn, trapped in the washout. It couldn't run, couldn't work its way up the eroded bank. He'd been watching. Seen the mother hovering. Listened to the bleating.
Easy prey.
But the fact there was a fawn at all, when winter had persisted so fiercely, sort of made him reluctant.
He hovered just far enough away to not chase the doe off entirely (or inspire her to charge him, which felt like a stupid way to get hurt after everything that had come recently before it.) From there, gauged his chances of being able to boost the little fella out of his predicament without getting beat to a pulp for the trouble.
RE: A Slight Case of Charity - Etienne I - 5/8/2026
The bleating had alerted Etienne. A creature in pain or in fear. What he could do he wasn't certain. But the healer in him simply couldn't let it go. So he followed it.
Golden gaze on the surrounding area. Ears perked forward. And he found he was not alone in his curiosity. When he came along the flank of the other wolf. He kept a safe distance.
W'at be 'appenin'
RE: A Slight Case of Charity - Nate - 5/12/2026
Nate had been so entirely focused on the fawn, he hadn't noticed the approach of another until they brushed his side. Leaping like a cat, Nate strangled back a yelp that would no doubt have brought the doe bearing down on them in matriarchal vengeance and clenched his jaw so tight his teeth squeaked.
Blinked.
This was undoubtedly a stranger. Or at least, a newcomer he'd not yet met. Unless death had robbed him of memories, or he'd finally gone insane, which he supposed were possible, too.
Nate cleared his throat, trying to retrieve some sense of dignity from the far reaches of his mind, and offered a grin that was a little apologetic. Mostly apologetic.
You scared me half to death, there.His whisper greeted, laughing softly. Glanced back to the washout.
It's a, uh, fawn. Stuck down the slope. Can't climb out.Back to the stranger,
Have we — met?
RE: A Slight Case of Charity - Etienne I - 5/12/2026
Etienne had misjudged. He thought he had been far enough away. So imagine his surprise when he met fur and the firm side of another. He quickly back pedaled. Sorry he hush spoke. Voice quiet. So to not startle.
Etienne shook his head. Non. I 'eard dey cry and I be a 'ealer. So I came see if I could be of 'elp. I be Etienne.
He studied the fawn. And the sides. Could they put a log in there? If one of them got near it both mama and baby would lose their minds. And Etienne didn't know how to heal heart attacks in babies and mamas. Not to mention he and this wolf would probably both end up with swift kicks to the head.