It had been a long day for Moriko. It seemed like someone or something had been on a killing spree last night. She had a theory about a werewolf since it had been full moon last night, but not even werewolves were this vicious. Sadly, she stood up and moved away from the doe that had just died in her arms. At least she'd been able to share the pain. She didn't consider burying the animal. She knew how the wild worked. Its spirit would be safe from any harm once the animal was dead, and others needed her flesh to survive. Then again, the doe wasn't the first to die today. Scavengers and wolves should be having a feast.
Moriko knelt by a stream, washing the blood off her hands and arms, and tried shortly to rub the dark red stains out of her clothes as well, but she gave up soon. It was something she just couldn't be bothered with right now. And the night was setting in. It was time to get ready to go home. Her thoughts lingered on the primitive hut she had built for herself with logs, branches and loads of twigs and leafs for a roof. She didn't need anything more than that, but many had seen fit to laugh at her for it. Moriko sighed. Today was a sad day.
Manoeuvring around the trees and undergrowth as silent as ever, she started making her way home. The shades grew longer as the sun sank beneath the tree line, and soon dusk had settled in. With the last rays of the golden orb in the sky, something caught Moriko's gaze. Something white had reflected the light perfectly, and there weren't many such large things so flawlessly white. When she closed in on what it was, and got it in full view, she held her breath. It was a man, a white man with huge wings... and he was injured.
Wary, Moriko analysed the surroundings to confirm the thing that did him harm was not around, and then knelt next to him. He was barely conscious, and she wondered if he could even perceive her. She wasted no time on talking or studying him, but instead retrieved a small container from her purse. The container was almost empty, since she'd used a lot of the disinfecting cream already, but she used what she had left to softly rub it around the big gash on the man's left arm after she'd cleaned it. Moriko eyed it with a bit of worry; he had to have been walking around with it for quite a while now, since it was already starting to ooze suspicious liquid. She swallowed, and quickly wound a bandage around it. It was made of leaves, intricately woven through each other to make a firm, functioning bandage.
Moriko gently lay a small, cold hand on the man's forehead, wiping away the sweat. She had to get him to her home, where she had a bed he could lie in and blankets to cover him. Moriko cleared her throat as she put both her hands around his face, and tried to make him focus on her. "Can you walk?" she asked, her accent rather awkward because she was unused to speaking common.
