[center][h2]Sanjin, Hunter[/h2]
[i] interacting with: Rowyn[@Kitty], Kalisel[@blackdragon] Bobby and Flint [@Aerandir][/i][/center]

As soon as the man stumbled into the tavern Sanjin felt the pressure in the air change, cascading over the bar in a small wave. It stunned more than a few hunters and Sanjin didn’t blame them for it. He’d been similarly useless when he was first allowed to leave the pack for hunts and a packmate was injured, gored on the horns of a deer he’d assumed was an easy mark. 

Bobby and another person barked orders, a pretty woman with yellow eyes that smelled too clean to be a proper hunter. Not fragrant, mind you, clean. While not common within the pack he knew what that meant. This person was a healer, or atleast what passed for one around here. The smell was probably from soap made from neem oil or something of the like, easy to source and about as antiseptic as reasonably possible. 

He followed their orders quickly and silently, letting them take control before the uncomfortable fugue state he was in slip between panic or confusion. He helped heft the man onto the table, being careful to keep his grip on the man as distributed as wide as possible just in case there were broken bones beneath the skin. Another mistake that had been learned the old fashion way. 

The woman pushed through them, heaving her tools of the trade out of a leather bag with a practiced haste. Sanjin took that as an order to get out of her way, taking two steps back so not to crowd her or obscure any light she might need. 

He watched as she worked, staying silent and still. His instincts told him to react, let loose all the adrenaline that the man’s emergency had stirred up in him. But that was a historically terrible idea; he didn’t know how to fix people and he’d more likely hurt the man than help right now. So he did the one thing he could do, sat and watched. 

There were a few cat calls as the woman hiked up her skirt to grab a knife, probably young hunters who didn’t realize how badly someone could be hurt even if they looked mostly fine. Sanjin ignored them, modesty was something of a commodity among the pack. One readily disposed of if the situation needed it. And as far as he could tell, this probably justified a little bit of leg. 

He had to give her this, the woman was good. He knew of a few packmates who would have gladly traded what little they had to have been patched up by her in the day. As it stood, Sanjin was pretty sure whoever this guy was was going to be counting his lucky stars for the next few weeks. The another woman joined the table, laying her hands on the injured man before looking confused at the world. Ok, the man should absolutely count his lucky stars that the real doctor got to him first.

[color=30ced3]“...’s good work miss.”[/color] He said finally to the yellow eyed woman, waiting several beats after she lay wayed whatever concerns Bobby might have had. [color=30ced3]“I’ll...help I guess? Get clean bandages and what not as you need them. Got nothing else to do and it seem a bit unfair to leave you taking care of the injured on yer own.”[/color] He nodded to the blonde woman briefly before adding, [color=30ced3]"Er...no offense meant?"[/color]