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Bones that freed you by helping you move... Azrael looked down at a paw and held it up, tilting his wrist. He always thought the bones in your body were more like chambers, limiting souls to be earth-bound. But this new theory made him think...
He looked up once again as as Oya called him to attention. The small angelic looked around before tentatively padding inside. Even inside, his lifeless body did not feel any warmer. He glanced over the collection of bones. Whenever he found the remains of a lost animal, he would normally bury them so they could be returned to the earth that they came from. But he did not question the wolf's methods. So long that the dead were at peace, he felt at ease.
Azrael looked at the small otter inquisitively before taking a seat about an otter's-length from the large wolf. He ruffled his stiff wings once before looking at Oya.

wide-eyed at the sight of skulls and other assorted creppiness, socks poked his nose into the cave. "huh-hullo?" he peeked around the corner, and saw an impressive-looking wolf talking to an angelic otter.

Azrael blinked and gently touched his throat. He opened his mouth ever so slightly to say something, but nothing came out. There seemed to be a sputtering strain of a faint, grainy sort of gargle coming from the back of windpipe as he tried to speak, however, his paw darted up just in time as he gagged once, then coughed up old blood. The angelic frowned, wiping his paw off on his pelt before slowly shaking his head. He was almost like his father in every way. Except the angelic had sight in replacement of a voice. He glanced back as a young bobcat and otter called into the den and felt uneasy. Az never liked being around too many at once. He didn't seem to fit in with the Living very well.

Oya reached out and stroked the dark angelic's cheek.
"Oh, Ah'm sorry cher." She glanced over at Etienne and nodded. The mini walked back into the back and was just coming back in with a small bowl of water when a lot of others walked in. Oya sat up as her helper set the bowl of water in front of Azrael and looked mildly bored at the others.

"My, my. Ah seem pop'lar dis eve. 'llo little cat an- oh dear. Is yer tail back to hurtin' yeh?" Suddenly feeling very busy, as she caught scent of yet another otter off out of sight. She wouldn't bring her forward if she wanted to wait. Her mind quickly prioritized and she walked over to Sora. She looked down at the tail and nodded.

"Do yeh have anyt'in' ta trade, little otter?" she asked as she went over to a shelf and took down an oddly shaped jar full of a almost white cream.

To help free him...

The little otter blinked, but knew he was meant to move on. He had no want to anger something that could easily eat him, especially with his small stature, and he quickly ducked down and slipped past the undead otter and the new arrivals, his bone in tow, dangling from his maw.

Azrael waved his paw in reassurance, as he was quite used to not being able to talk. The angelic tilted his head as the wolf sat up to greet her new guests. He debated inching away from the otter and bob-kit, but blinked as Oya's helper nudged a bowl of water in front of him. He stared at it for a moment before thoughtfully dipping his head to the mini and tentatively lapping at the water to clear some of the blood from his throat. Dull, blood-red eyes glimpsed over the two new arrivals. He scented a third, but did not see him... or her. Not immediately, anyway.

socks' eyes gleamed when he saw the pretty orange rock sora brought in. "oooh wow oh wow, that sure is pretty! you should take it mz. wolf, ma'am, you can make more pretty jewelry with it, or carry it around with you and show off how pretty it is!" he inched closer to the pair to get a better look. he eventually got close enough where he could tentatively reach out a paw and poke at it with a single claw. he didn't want to make the much larger predator angry or have her think he was stealing the rock, but he did so enjoy shiny, pretty objects. he traced one of the swirls with said claw. "swiiiiirly!" he giggled. "yep, definitely a great find!"

((Okay, for now, no more characters visiting Oya until the current ones have left.))

Oya blinked in surprise as the wounded otter ran out. She was in a giving mood that evening and probably would have given the poor thing the ointment she had, which was much better than the poultice that she had made on the spot for him the first time. She had mostly made the statement simply out of habit, to be honest, but he was out of the cave before she could stop him. It must have pained him terribly, the poor thing.

He was back in with... an amazing stone. She had a thing for orange. Orange, black, and red for the most part, but orange especially. She suppressed a growl when the small bobcat fawned all over it. She put a paw down on it and drew it to her.
"Dis is very pretty, little otter. Ah will treat yer tail until is better," she said and carefully took the bottle into her mouth and tipped it over his tail. It was to soothe wounds and help the healing process.
"Now, cher, dis stays on until de sun is highest tomorrow. No swimmin' until den, 'cause it'll wash off. When it start ta be sore 'gain, come back an' see me for more," she explained and nodded.

After that, she had the chance to turn to the others in the room, tilting her head.
"So, who're ya'll an' wha' can Ah do for ya'll?