wortox-and-wren

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"I'm Wortox and this is Wren. What's your name?" The fawn sits next to the human. His little tail wags.

A couple of voices could be heard in the woods. It sounded like friendly chatter. The smell of delicious food hung in the air. Someone was having a picnic nearby. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and Willow was essentially on autopilot. And autopilot had said ‘follow food smell’.

Maybe it would be a chance to make some friends, too.

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"Fair enough. So tell me... what are you? It's clear you're not human." Wren curiously questions.

Wortox passes Shay a cup of tea.

Wren was walking in the woods near the edge of her farm. She whistles a tune as she wanders. He ears flick as she hears something nearby snap a twig. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

Shay passed by limping, hounds barking and loud swearing following the barking. “Shitting fuck mother bitch dick ass fuck!” She pushed through some brush panting and oozing pastel purple magic and crimson red blood from multiple bites, scrapes, deep cuts, and other wounds.

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Wortox had gotten up and walked over. "We have enough to share!"

Wren doesn't protest. "Fine." She goes back to sit down.

The little brown fawn waits to see if the human would join them.

A couple of voices could be heard in the woods. It sounded like friendly chatter. The smell of delicious food hung in the air. Someone was having a picnic nearby. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and Willow was essentially on autopilot. And autopilot had said ‘follow food smell’.

Maybe it would be a chance to make some friends, too.

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"Wren Finch — and yes, I'm aware that's two types of birds." The Wendigo responds then sips her tea.

The fawn finally speaks again. "I'm Wortox. I made some fresh tea. It's still warm if you want some. If you like it sweet anyways..."

Wren was walking in the woods near the edge of her farm. She whistles a tune as she wanders. He ears flick as she hears something nearby snap a twig. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

Shay passed by limping, hounds barking and loud swearing following the barking. “Shitting fuck mother bitch dick ass fuck!” She pushed through some brush panting and oozing pastel purple magic and crimson red blood from multiple bites, scrapes, deep cuts, and other wounds.

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"You're welcome." Wren moves and sits next Wortox, who hands her a cup of tea. "So what's your name?"

Wren was walking in the woods near the edge of her farm. She whistles a tune as she wanders. He ears flick as she hears something nearby snap a twig. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

Shay passed by limping, hounds barking and loud swearing following the barking. “Shitting fuck mother bitch dick ass fuck!” She pushed through some brush panting and oozing pastel purple magic and crimson red blood from multiple bites, scrapes, deep cuts, and other wounds.

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"If you have something to trade you can join us. Otherwise buzz off." Her tone was protective. Not so much because of the food but because of her friend.

A couple of voices could be heard in the woods. It sounded like friendly chatter. The smell of delicious food hung in the air. Someone was having a picnic nearby. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and Willow was essentially on autopilot. And autopilot had said ‘follow food smell’.

Maybe it would be a chance to make some friends, too.

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"Ah I guess I don't have advice for that." She was finishing up the last bandage now.

The fawn returns with a tray holding the pot of tea and three teacups. Oh there also seemed to be some pumpkin cookies. He sits with his legs crossed and the tray in his lap. He didn't feel it was his place to speak yet.

Wren was walking in the woods near the edge of her farm. She whistles a tune as she wanders. He ears flick as she hears something nearby snap a twig. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

Shay passed by limping, hounds barking and loud swearing following the barking. “Shitting fuck mother bitch dick ass fuck!” She pushed through some brush panting and oozing pastel purple magic and crimson red blood from multiple bites, scrapes, deep cuts, and other wounds.

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"You should watch the cycle better. You shouldn't have been in the swamp on a hound day without being prepared." Wren speaks sternly. She shakes her head. "You don't owe me. Accidents happen and I wanted to help."

Wortox brings the bandages and healing salve then steps back out to check the tea.

Wren starts wrapping the wounds.

Wren was walking in the woods near the edge of her farm. She whistles a tune as she wanders. He ears flick as she hears something nearby snap a twig. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

Shay passed by limping, hounds barking and loud swearing following the barking. “Shitting fuck mother bitch dick ass fuck!” She pushed through some brush panting and oozing pastel purple magic and crimson red blood from multiple bites, scrapes, deep cuts, and other wounds.

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After a painful moment of moving the wounded woman, she was now laid out in Wren's tent. The Wendigo was cleaning the damaged area while Wortox gathered bandaging materials and started a kettle of tea.

Wren was walking in the woods near the edge of her farm. She whistles a tune as she wanders. He ears flick as she hears something nearby snap a twig. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

Shay passed by limping, hounds barking and loud swearing following the barking. “Shitting fuck mother bitch dick ass fuck!” She pushed through some brush panting and oozing pastel purple magic and crimson red blood from multiple bites, scrapes, deep cuts, and other wounds.

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Wren stands up. They could both sense Willow's presence. The smell of fires once burned tingle in their sensitive animal noses. The Wendigo moves closer, her movements within the trees were dead silent. She steps out from behind a tree, suddenly in front of a human. "Who are you? What do you want?"

A couple of voices could be heard in the woods. It sounded like friendly chatter. The smell of delicious food hung in the air. Someone was having a picnic nearby. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and Willow was essentially on autopilot. And autopilot had said ‘follow food smell’.

Maybe it would be a chance to make some friends, too.

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Wren braces her and helps her hobble to the beefalo. Wortox takes her place to hold Shay up while she climbs onto the steed. "I'll help you up." She reaches out to pull up the injured survivor.

Wren was walking in the woods near the edge of her farm. She whistles a tune as she wanders. He ears flick as she hears something nearby snap a twig. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

Shay passed by limping, hounds barking and loud swearing following the barking. “Shitting fuck mother bitch dick ass fuck!” She pushed through some brush panting and oozing pastel purple magic and crimson red blood from multiple bites, scrapes, deep cuts, and other wounds.

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The little furry creature hops down. He gasps fearfully when he sees the injured stranger. "...oh Darkness... what happened here, Wren?" He certainly hopes the danger has passed.

"We'll worry about that at home." Wren crouches next to Shay. "If I can help you up and hold onto you, do you think you can walk to the beefalo? If not I might be able to carry you that far."

Wren was walking in the woods near the edge of her farm. She whistles a tune as she wanders. He ears flick as she hears something nearby snap a twig. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

Shay passed by limping, hounds barking and loud swearing following the barking. “Shitting fuck mother bitch dick ass fuck!” She pushed through some brush panting and oozing pastel purple magic and crimson red blood from multiple bites, scrapes, deep cuts, and other wounds.

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"You look like hell." Wren audibly notes. "We should get you cleaned up and bandaged. I don't think I can carry you so I'll get us some help. Can you maybe watch your mouth though?" She states before walking to the edge of the woods. The Wendigo glances out into the open for a bit before yelling to her campmate. "Hey Wortox! Bring the beefalo and come here!"

A few moment pass and a teen beefalo runs over. A small brown fawn sits on top.

Wren was walking in the woods near the edge of her farm. She whistles a tune as she wanders. He ears flick as she hears something nearby snap a twig. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

Shay passed by limping, hounds barking and loud swearing following the barking. “Shitting fuck mother bitch dick ass fuck!” She pushed through some brush panting and oozing pastel purple magic and crimson red blood from multiple bites, scrapes, deep cuts, and other wounds.

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Wren walks over to Shay now that she’d killed the hounds. “Damn you don’t look so good.” She looks her over to decipher what all happened. 

Wren was walking in the woods near the edge of her farm. She whistles a tune as she wanders. He ears flick as she hears something nearby snap a twig. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

Shay passed by limping, hounds barking and loud swearing following the barking. “Shitting fuck mother bitch dick ass fuck!” She pushed through some brush panting and oozing pastel purple magic and crimson red blood from multiple bites, scrapes, deep cuts, and other wounds.

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Willow wasn’t too close (like she can’t even actually see them yet) before a rough female voice call’s out. “Who's there?” 

There’s not a peep from the other person she was just talking to. 

A couple of voices could be heard in the woods. It sounded like friendly chatter. The smell of delicious food hung in the air. Someone was having a picnic nearby. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and Willow was essentially on autopilot. And autopilot had said ‘follow food smell’.

Maybe it would be a chance to make some friends, too.

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Wren was about to snap at the stranger to watch her mouth but she could hear the hounds coming closer. "Hey you! Sit down and stay put." She turns towards the hounds, her tail flicking aggressively. She snaps a large branch off a tree and cuts the canines off from her visitor. There were three of them.

With a single swing the Wendigo knocks the attackers back. The first one to get back up gets beat back down. Another one yanks the stick from her claws so another can bite at her. She grabs the hound and snaps it's neck before grabbing the branch and slamming the attached hound against a boulder.

Wren was walking in the woods near the edge of her farm. She whistles a tune as she wanders. He ears flick as she hears something nearby snap a twig. (Wortox-and-Wendigo)

Shay passed by limping, hounds barking and loud swearing following the barking. “Shitting fuck mother bitch dick ass fuck!” She pushed through some brush panting and oozing pastel purple magic and crimson red blood from multiple bites, scrapes, deep cuts, and other wounds.

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