Harimau walked through the jungle, her tail swaying with every step until her ears perked at the sound of the bushes rustling. The scent of blood hung in the air, sharp and metallic against the earthy jungle smells. Harimau narrowed her gaze as she moved closer to the source of the noise, muscles tensed and ready for whatever threat might emerge. But when she pushed aside the broad leaves and emerged from the bushes, her eyes widened in surprise rather than警惕. There, on the ground, was a stranger with a large gash on their leg, blood soaking through their clothes and pooling slightly on the forest floor. She hesitated only a moment before approaching. "Hey, you alright?" Harimau crouched down beside them, her tail flicking with concern as she assessed the injury.