Oultik was knelt on his forelegs trying to clear out a part of the bush to hide the lion cub and his dagger. Grabbing another branch to snap away he jerked back whenever a thorn that was on it dug into his lip. He jerked away so quickly he slammed his head against the neighboring tree. "Fuc-" The man stilled as such an outburst threatened to leap from his lips so easily, "Fun. This is so fun." He did not care for swear words in general and much less so when in the presence of the young. Muttering unpleasantries to himself Oultik backed up and stood. He shook trying to free himself from the leaves and twigs that were ensnared by his mane.

As he shook fresh blood came from the old cut, where Megaera's armor had sliced him, and splattered against a nearby tree. The gash had been closed up and was healing nicely but while Oultik had been so preoccupied with figuring out how to care for Erakro another had taken advantage of him. A stallion had gotten into a scuffle with Oultik and had knocked him unconscious. From there the brute had taken his dragon and in doing so had knocked and reawakened the wound.

A tight smile crossed his features as he turned to see Erakro sleeping soundly. Oultik watched as her sides rose and fell in the steady rhythm of deep sleep. So long he stood and watched her that his own breathing began to match hers. Bending Oultik rubbed his head on his foreleg trying to end the bleeding before waking the lion cub. Walking to Erakro he gently tried straightening a cow lick that she seemed to keep. "Wake." The unruly hair only popped back up.

Oultik stiffened as movement caught his eye. His breath suddenly become jagged and uneven. Could it be the one who had wronged him coming back for what he had left? The lion cub barely had time to wake up before she was being tossed into the cleared out area of the bush. Next to Erakro Oultik placed Krisorau, his dagger. He would fight to the death to protect the pair. Already briskly moving towards the blue glow that announced the presence of a stranger Oultik turned his head to make sure that his remaining treasures were tucked away.

Worry for who the stranger may be faded once he reached her. "Some are not fortunate enough to survive Frostfall." Oultik stood on the opposite side of the bush that the mare inspected. Though he felt no threat from the woman he planned to be prepared should she be in line with he who had robbed him earlier. Oultik's face was eerily lit by the glow of the her horn and his scrutinizing eyes appeared to be all the more blue when touched by her light. "I am--," he thought of introducing himself but thought better of it. Already he seemed to have made enemies. "In search of a healer." Oultik offered no explanation for his halting speech; only a smile did he offer. "If you know your way about this forest could you direct my companion and I to the nearest medic?"

Blood still oozed from the cut reopened. It did not concern him. A head wound would bleed profusely, it could not be helped. It was Erakro that left his head throbbing. Oultik was no healer but he knew that the cub's leg was broken. He was also painfully aware of the threat it posed. If the bone was unable to be reset and heal then the lion would have no chance at life. No different than himself if he had a limb destroyed beyond repair. Life, as Oultik knew all too well, was fragile for all.