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The day was overcast, a rare thing for the Barrens. The hot sands were blissfully cooler then the norm and that made a certain duo happy. Not that they weren't used to the heat and ever unrelenting sunlight. Their coats were light and it shed more of the heat then the darker ones. It was on this certain day the dappled grey Buck made his way to the peak of the plateau where many a Noul had tread recently. Seemed many youngsters had come to claim their gifts of have their misdeed revealed and blackened horns to wear in shame. Draven was one of those who was know for a hot temper, but that was when things were moving too slowly, he was a Noul for haste.

Reaching the large ever stretching roots of the Grandfather Tree, he stopped and looked up at the outstretched branches. Those that bore not a leaf to shelter those beneath. Walking over to one of the large roots of the tree, Draven crouched slightly so that his companion could pull at the ties and release the burden he had been carrying around. The basket dropped the few inches with a dull clink. The jugs inside clinking together, he could only hope that none were cracked as they weren't easy to make. The clay base was hard to find in these lands.

"Keep an eye on everything." He mentions to Bluebell as she tugged the ties to drop the lean-to bundle to the other side of him. "We shall see if I am worthy to be blessed with one of these gifts that the youngsters are ever talking about."

Bluebell had rolled the bundle over to the basket and had placed herself atop it. She gave a wary glance over head at the clouds before looking back to her companion. "Just be careful. There is no telling if these clouds will open up and pour..." She looked upwards again.

Draven, knowing that Bluebell hated getting wet like himself. Wet coats were the worst and felt itchy after a while. He nodded before tugging the bundle free and set up at least a corner, driving the pole into the hard ground where it cracked and braced it with two of the flat stones. He pulled the pole that was tied to the fabric up and leaded it against the one pole. It wasn't much, but it would keep the wet off her and the sunlight should it appear before he was finished.

"Stay here and stay safe." He said before turning to walk closer to the base of the tree, letting some distance to come between himself and Bluebell, he needed focus for the most part... How ever this was going to happen...

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The world wavered around him then fell away to land him in the Ruins. Erli was a place he had not frequented as much as the Barrens and Homewood. Barrens mostly to find what was lost and Homewood to gather supplies for another extended bout in the Barrens. Daven was never one to really settle down in one place and at the moment was a restless soul. Everything was on edge and he could fight or flight away from things in an instant if needed. For the moment, everything seemed peaceful, besides the off and on crumbling of the brick structures around him. Stopping a moment in not the most effective spot, Draven jumped as the loud tumble of concrete and metal came crashing down.

He leaped forward away from the crash, only to have his ears assaulted by something that was caught in the collapse. While it was just a large beam that had fallen, its supports giving way to the many vines that decayed the concrete beneath. His gaze followed the beam to see that is had landed and pinned a large animal that had been behind him. The large cat like predator growled and roared at Draven as he moved closer. Raising his head up he watched the large cat as it struggled to get out from under the beam. The beam itself had come down and pinned one of its legs to the ground beneath the edge. He had no doubt that it had broken that leg for sure.

"Calm down." Draven said as he moved to the side, keeping out of range of the claws that raked at him.

There was a time when he had thought to just put the cat down. To ease its suffering and it would be one less predator roaming the Ruins. Assessing what was happening, Draven thought again of ending the Cat before the softer sound of cries came from the bushes to his side. Distracted, Draven looked over and stepped closer to find three small cats. These were no bigger then maybe Bluebell and clearly not old enough to be on their own. Ears still back and eyes almost completely open. He stood there for a moment as the cat's cry rang him back.

Glancing back, it seemed that this cat was out hunting for something for her cubs to eat. He couldn't really fault the Predator for wanting to feed her family. Sighing, he glanced between the cubs and the larger cat who seemed more wanting to get to her cubs then him now.

"I said calm down, I'll get you out." Draven gave a little sterner then before, he was sure this animal couldn't understand him like Bluebell could.

Draven looked around for something to help lever the beam off the cat, first though he needed something to calm her. The idea came to him as he stepped over and picked up one of the cubs. This got him four shallow scratches as the cub did not like it. One by one he headed over to the mother and placed down her cubs. That at least calmed her slightly, but she still watched him carefully...

Doing a bit of scouting around, Draven found a couple herbs that would help with pain and he had found another small beam he could lift. Returning to the larger cat, she still watched him with glowing eyes as he worked. Sliding the small beam beneath the larger and against a large rock. Draven heaved with what he had to pop the larger beam up off the Cat's leg. To which she shifted and limped out of the hole with her cubs following. After she was free, Draven let the beams crash to the ground.

The Cat found the herbs and set to eating them on her own, her leg might never be the same without further help, Draven just didn't see himself getting closer then he already was. What ever happened after this would be up to nature... Backing away, Draven turned to leave the family to themselves. While the cubs would grow to hunt Nouls as well, but one life saved saved a family...

WC: 695