[center][h1][b][i][color=darkorchid]James Tanner[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[sub][i]Location: Walking around town
Interacting with: Lydia Weaver [@BlueSky44][/i][/sub]
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James kept a tight hold on Allie's leash as the young boy came running over - offering a friendly smile to the kid and getting Allie to sit by him. A smile was given to the mother as well, but he couldn't help thinking she should have kept a closer eye on her son. Strange dogs weren't always safe, especially when with a strange person. Still, no-one was hurt, so he didn't complain.

[color=darkorchid]"Oh! Of course, you should definitely get that looked at."[/color] He agreed immediately to Lydia's request, not admitting that he'd momentarily forgotten about her injury. It was a minor one, but she made a good point about infection - feral cats weren't exactly the cleanest of creatures to be scratched by. [color=darkorchid]"It's a shame I didn't bring my car, as it has a first-aid kit in it. I've been travelling and camping a lot, so I'm prepared for most injuries."[/color] He paused with a light laugh. [color=darkorchid]"Although not a mauling from a wolf. I got caught by one a few weeks back - that cat from earlier looked just as mean-spirited though."[/color] After having visited it a few times, James knew the clinic wasn't too far from where they were. It was probably best to have it checked out by professionals rather than just whacking some iodine and a band-aid on the wound anyhow.

As the pair turned towards the direction of the clinic, James looked to the kitten in Lydia's arms. It seemed to have calmed down, but was still glaring (If cats could glare) at Allie. [color=darkorchid]"Where did you find the wee thing, anyway? Running away from your attacker?"[/color] He asked with a teasing grin.