[SRP] Recognition [Dorcheira, Thorn, and Brych]

[Chimerical Beast]

Dorcheira’s ears twitched. Again. There. Something was on the other side of the snowdrift. Something large, and clumsy.
Something that shouldn’t be there. On her territory.
She bristled. Dorcheira knew she wasn’t the biggest B’alam in her tribe—most males and some females were larger—surprising the thing would probably be her best bet. Dorcheira charged over the snowdrift and roared. The thing barely moved.
It was a B’alam. A B’alam with stupidly short fur and… horns? And he was shaking terribly. Dorcheira cocked her head. “Who are y—”
Her eyes met his for a moment, before rolling back as he fell to his side.  

[Chimerical Beast]

Thorn awoke to furs and a small fire. And bickering.
“You can’t keep him here—”
“What do you suggest: throw him out in the snow?”
“No, no, of course not! But he needs to go back to wherever he came from. It’s too cold for him here.”
“Are you kidding me? It’s burning up. Literally.”
“Well, for us, yes—”
Thorn shook his head to clear it. Why had he thought it would be a good idea to walk north? Damn his sense of direction. Twice damn his curiosity.
“He’s awake.”
Thorn rolled his eyes in irritation, “His name is Thorn.”
Simultaneously, the two others said, right sorry and we saved your life you’re welcome.
His head hurt too badly to deal with this.