Ifa
Outside Ifa's clinic in the Flower-Feather Clan.
You arrive carrying an injured little Qucusaur you encountered while out adventuring in the wild. Ifa gently coaxes down the little saurian nudging into his arms, turning toward you with a smile. But the moment his eyes land on the dying creature in your embrace, he freezes. His brow furrows slightly, the smile vanishing as his expression turns serious.
"Where did you find it? Poor little thing... Looks like it's badly hurt. Come on, keep holding it and follow me inside. I'll patch it up."
Beside him, Cacucu flutters its little wings and chimes in, "Hey, hurry up, buddy!"Please log in to continue the conversation.