[Koltira is really good at climbing trees. He hunted like this in life, jumping from branch to branch in the dense forests of Quel'thalas, tracking prey from above. He's no less skilled in death than he was in life; in fact, the sharp claws of his gauntlets offer greater purchase than ever before.
He's gotten a little overwhelmed on today's patrol, and even though he has no particular need to rest, he does have to take a minute to bandage his increasing wounds. He scrambles up the tree nearest to this strange little oasis, finds his footing on a branch, and leaps over. With furious precision, he claws his way up the tree, leaving streaks of dark blood in his wake. Once he's reached the deck, he hauls himself up--still bleeding--and then sets heavily down.
Koltira doesn't even check to see if anyone's home. He just pulls out his roll of bandages and starts tearing off strips.]
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He's gotten a little overwhelmed on today's patrol, and even though he has no particular need to rest, he does have to take a minute to bandage his increasing wounds. He scrambles up the tree nearest to this strange little oasis, finds his footing on a branch, and leaps over. With furious precision, he claws his way up the tree, leaving streaks of dark blood in his wake. Once he's reached the deck, he hauls himself up--still bleeding--and then sets heavily down.
Koltira doesn't even check to see if anyone's home. He just pulls out his roll of bandages and starts tearing off strips.]