Whispers In The Dark (Avatar RP)

(OOC: Try adding some more physical descriptions.)

Zhen saw the girl leave the inn from across the street and even from that distance could see the slightly baffled look on the her face. She wondered if the stranger had been turned away by the innkeeper like she had, but just then a lemur flew past, centimeters from her face. "What the -" she spluttered, quickly catching the animal by the tail and grabbing the boy chasing after it. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Oh, sorry," the boy laughed sheepishly as the lemur landed on his shoulder. "I don't know why, but Momo just flew off. I'm Aang, by the way."
Of course he was. Zhen took in his Air Nomad clothing and tattoos, and there was no denying that he was the Avatar. But that didn't mean he was getting any special treatment from her. "Keep your pet under control," she glared, brandishing a threatening finger in his face.
"Is there a problem here?" a rough voice asked.
Zhen turned to look at the newcomers and almost laughed aloud. The entirety of Team Avatar was here, the Water Tribe siblings, the Earthbender. It was the Fire Lord who had spoken, though, and it was the Fire Lord who looked ready to burn her should she do more than threaten Aang. But really, if she was going to ignore the Avatar's clout, was she really going to show Fire Lord Zuko the respect he probably deserved?
"Yes, actually," Zhen smiled, "there is a problem. That flying rat nearly took my nose off. I'm half tempted to suggest to the mayor to implement a leash law." She really didn't mean any of it, but right now, facing prospect of sleeping in a tree because there was no room for her in the inn, she didn't feel like playing nice. "But, I'll be taking my leave now. Good bye, Avatar, Fire Lord," she nodded curtly before turning and heading towards the outskirts of town.

It was early afternoon. Zhen had walked in circles in the forest around the town for a few hours, simply composing herself, before sitting to rest on the bank of a stream. The water had been cool, the moderate current soothing Zhen's calloused traveler's feet. But by and by her stomach had begun to rumble, and since she probably wasn't going to be able to get food at the inn in town, the only place even closely resembling a restaurant, she had to hunt. So she had pulled her shoes back on and set off.
Now, after two hours of circling again, she hadn't found any food. Her mood hadn't improved any from earlier, and her feet were hurting again. Still, she trudged. And that was when she heard it, a squeal. It was small and weak, but it was living. And all living animals were fair game when Zhen was this hungry. Silently, she crept forward, using the trees and shadows as cover, drawing nearer to where she had heard the sound. She had to stop, though, when she reached the slight clearing. Stop. Hah. She fell to her knees. Before her was a huge carcass - beheaded, skinned, and butchered. The smell of death that hung heavily in the air was so heavy that she had to actually cover her nose and mouth with one hand. And then, under one massive front leg, something moved and squeaked again.
All thoughts of food gone, Zhen rushed forward and dropped back to her knees, lifting the heavy limb off of the small creature. It's brown fur was matted with blood, and Zhen almost didn't recognize it for what it was, a sabre-toothed-moose-lion cub, no doubt the offspring of the dead monstrosity. The cub was injured as well, two deep gashes running between its shoulder blades, and it was obvious that it would bleed to death if something wasn't done. Gagging from the stench, Zhen reached for him only to be bit on the hand for her trouble. She gasped through clenched teeth, but forced herself to stay calm and relaxed for the animal's sake. Slowly, she slipped her hand under his stomach and lifted him away from the corpse, inciting several small squeals of pain from him. There was nothing that could be used as bandages, so Zhen did the next best thing. Taking a deep breath, she heated her hand and used her Bending to cauterize the cub's wounds. He screamed but didn't bite as if he knew Zhen was trying to help. When she had finished, he curled up in her arms and shuddered before falling asleep. "Ryume," Zhen breathed, cradling him. "That's your name. Little dragon."
He wasn't dying anymore, but the injury would kill him eventually unless something was done. But Zhen had already done everything she could for an injury like this. She couldn't let Ryume die, but what could she do otherwise. Then she remembered. The Avatar was in town. At least he had been that morning. Ryume's only chance was that the Waterbender - Katara? - was still there. And that Zhen could swallow her pride and beg for help.
Zhen didn't have to think long before standing and racing towards the village.