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	The bipedal rodent was rather engrossed in its thoughts concerning the situation it was in but was soon brought back to reality as a warm and friendly voice was heard asking it a question. At first it was rather shocked as to the friendliness and gentleness of the voice in peculiar, for it had nevered received that kind of tone in such a long time, but it then noticed the wounded wolf and could not help but feel a pang of guilt settle at the core of its being. 

	An errant thought ran through its mind. The thought admonishing the rodent for two things: the first was being so ignorant to its surroundings to the point that it was clueless to the suffering of the creature so close to it, second being its earlier thoughts selfishly thinking only of its own safety...but for now he would cast aside the thought. For now it was tasked to help to move the wolf out of the doorway.

	It nods to the purple slime woman and moves closer to the wounded creature before carefully placing its hands under the creature. It offered the wounded creature an apologetic look on its face to apologize for the strange texture and feeling of the mysterious liquid it was made of.