Someone was lost in the desert again.
It happened more often than one would think. Not an every day occurrence, far from, but people somehow managed to get into all sorts of shenanigans out here. Most of them sorted themselves out, really. Las Ballenas was lousy with people who could take care of themselves.
But the coyotes had found something interesting, someone arguably edible, which normally meant someone in need of help. It was a bit early still, but the sun was setting rapidly. The night's chill would set in soon; for right now, it was almost pleasant out. As pleasant as it got, anyway. Not that the extreme temperatures in either direction bothered him in any real way, although the heat of the day made him smell terrible sometimes.
Four paws on the ground, he let the coyotes lead him to where they'd found their would-be prey. His coyotes didn't eat people anymore. He made it worth their while not to. Instead, they told him about it; they seemed to register humans in this sort of position as "his" prey.
They weren't wrong. He was just very, very nice to his prey, that was all.
He spotted his newest unfortunate from a distance; an exhausted lump on the ground. The steady rise and fall of her sides implied that she was not, in fact, dead. She might have been unconscious. That would be great--for him, if not for her. Unconscious bodies were way easier. Especially at this time of the night; he could take her all the way to a hospital on the edge of the city without to much trouble.
Still, he approached with caution. You never knew what you were going to get out here, and he was... kind of a vision of death and terror. No one wanted to see a wolf the size of a small horse--with horns, to boot--when they were stranded alone in a desert.
It was Klyk's experience that no one ever wanted to see that, actually, regardless of the circumstances. But this was definitely one of the shittier ones possible. He'd meant to just stick to terrifying criminals, but... he couldn't just know someone was dying in the desert and not do something about it.
He padded closer, silently, across the cooling desert sand, eyes that glowed like embers fixed on her still form. Unconscious, he hoped idly to himself. Unconscious, but not comatose.
It happened more often than one would think. Not an every day occurrence, far from, but people somehow managed to get into all sorts of shenanigans out here. Most of them sorted themselves out, really. Las Ballenas was lousy with people who could take care of themselves.
But the coyotes had found something interesting, someone arguably edible, which normally meant someone in need of help. It was a bit early still, but the sun was setting rapidly. The night's chill would set in soon; for right now, it was almost pleasant out. As pleasant as it got, anyway. Not that the extreme temperatures in either direction bothered him in any real way, although the heat of the day made him smell terrible sometimes.
Four paws on the ground, he let the coyotes lead him to where they'd found their would-be prey. His coyotes didn't eat people anymore. He made it worth their while not to. Instead, they told him about it; they seemed to register humans in this sort of position as "his" prey.
They weren't wrong. He was just very, very nice to his prey, that was all.
He spotted his newest unfortunate from a distance; an exhausted lump on the ground. The steady rise and fall of her sides implied that she was not, in fact, dead. She might have been unconscious. That would be great--for him, if not for her. Unconscious bodies were way easier. Especially at this time of the night; he could take her all the way to a hospital on the edge of the city without to much trouble.
Still, he approached with caution. You never knew what you were going to get out here, and he was... kind of a vision of death and terror. No one wanted to see a wolf the size of a small horse--with horns, to boot--when they were stranded alone in a desert.
It was Klyk's experience that no one ever wanted to see that, actually, regardless of the circumstances. But this was definitely one of the shittier ones possible. He'd meant to just stick to terrifying criminals, but... he couldn't just know someone was dying in the desert and not do something about it.
He padded closer, silently, across the cooling desert sand, eyes that glowed like embers fixed on her still form. Unconscious, he hoped idly to himself. Unconscious, but not comatose.
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