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Nita was relieved to change the subject, and she couldn't help but laugh along with Fiona. "Gah, you okay?" she asked, when the girl whacked her head. She straightened herself out from her hunched position and looked out across the river.

"It is nice out here," she agreed. Warm sun, a gentle breeze, fluffy clouds, birdsong... Nita sighed, enjoying the scent of earth, trees, and water. "And I've been okay, all things considered. There are good people here," she continued, almost forgetting who she was talking to.

"Plotting again?" Nita teased. Not that she really thought Fiona would get anywhere with all her plans. "Stupid cameras," she agreed. "Supposed to be all over, though, so even out here." She shrugged. It was much easier to try to forget about them, to forget they were in a giant experiment, even if their cage was an entire island.

Nita blinked. Since her change, she hadn't really thought of going home. Even if she didn't look so bad now, she would change again. And life really wasn't so bad for her on the island. She was certainly less stressed than she'd been for years... and of course there was Lauren.

"You do look a bit like an elf though," Nita said, amused. "I don't think you'd really want to be a mascot though. I know I wouldn't!"

Nita chuckled. "A rabbit's not so bad then, I guess. Much better than being some silly mascot." She paused and nodded back. "Yeah, sure. Have a good meal then."

NEW RP

After Bobby strode away from the incident at Billy's duplex, she had gone to the river to wash up. The woman could have gone to her own duplex, but that was still too close to his. That was two days ago, and she still had some ink stain on her. The pig refused to go into the village with it still on her. Of course, with her dark skin it was hardly noticeable now.

Bobby had lived off the forest once before, and she could do it again. Her previous isolation helped in a situation like this. Fully clothed, Bobby walked into the river and scrubbed as best she could. She wanted to enjoy herself a little bit, so swam a little upstream. Fighting the current had been a work-out, but it felt good.

At the bank, Bobby stepped out and undressed. Before putting her clothes back on she wrung them out. Fully clothed again, the pig walked around, it was time to eat.

It was at that point that she saw a familiar form collapsed nearby. Immediately, the woman was off as fast she could. She was still skidding to a stop when Bobby knelt beside the fallen coyote.

But for a brief moment it wasn't Pyroth but John, her fallen partner, killed by Billy's hand. Carefully, Bobby lifted the thin frame of Pyroth and cradled him in her lap, praying he was okay. The water that dripped onto her hands was really blood from his gunshot wound.

"Joh-" Bobby started to say when her mind cleared. There was no blood, not wound... no John. The one who was in her lap was really Pyroth; he was a man once but now looked more coyote. Smoothing the fur on his forehead and cheeks, the woman murmured, trying to get him to wake up, "Pyroth.... Pyroth wake up..."

Bobby let out a relieved breath when Pyroth came to. At the mention that someone got away, she couldn't help but look around. The pig had no idea what had happened here, and any scents that may have been here would be long gone. "Who... got away?" she was almost worried to ask. But sure, whatever had transpired was not his fault. The fact that he remembered was a good sign, though.

As the coyote sat back, Bobby didn't move or hestitate. Secretly, she had enjoyed some warmth in her lap. She must have gotten accustomed to it at home -what with her husband, children, and multiple lovers. The only person that allowed such contact at the Island was Colche, the one that always helped the woman fill the whole in her heart that her children had so recently filled.

"Zapped? Did you do something bad?" Bobby was curious. There were only a couple reasons she could think of that would result in him getting zapped.

All the canine expressions didn't phase Bobby. She had seen worst looks and actions before... on those that were arrested or an inmate. Usually, they were pointed at her. So, either she was now immune to canine-feral expression or simply chose to ignore them. Who knows.

At the multiple apologies, the woman could help but roll her eyes in mock exasperation. "You have don't have to be sorry."

Bobby frowned a little. She had met Emerwyn a short time ago. The woman was turning into a deer, common prey, sure... and was this what she had meant when she said kindness was a rare thing on the Island? Maybe it was that she was a prey animal, it must be hard for the deer to be among so many hunters. "I am sure you didn't almost kill her. I doubt the doctor would let anything like that happen to any of us. Of course, if it was the serums that did the job I am not so sure he would worry."

The woman paused for a little bit, Pyroth looked horrible. It was obvious he wasn't in very good shape at the moment. Bobby kept her seat and just watched him. "I am sure Em would understand, though I doubt she likes in any better than you," she had seemed like a smart woman. Bobby made a mental note to find the deer sometime, if she could. There was no way she'd be able to keep up with her plump body.

Hearing that the coyote felt like s**t, Bobby stood up and helped Pyroth to his feet. "Come on, let's go for a walk. If you've been here all day in that position, your muscles need to be reminded how to work." Whether she was just helping him stand as a brace or the only thing keeping him on his feet was unsure. What was sure was that Bobby knew he had to move and help his blood circulate. If not, he'd stay in pain for much longer.