Rescue Rapid as a Raid

"Last time Ifa swung by, he picked up two jars of honey. I guess he's making more crackers for baby saurians... Ah, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I just hope he remembers to leave some for me."

— Ororon

◆ Name: Ifa

◆ Title: In the Wake of Wandering Winds

◆ Tlalocan Vet

◆ Vision: Anemo

◆ Constellation: Catena Opele

Ifa always descends from the sky, charging into the fray with gun in hand. Such dramatic entrances result in most people instinctively assuming that reinforcements from the Flower-Feather Clan have arrived.

But take a closer look. With the badge on his chest and his medical kit, and ignoring whatever that round thingy next to him might be, overall he seems more like... a doctor.

So, they start thinking, "Ohhh, so that's it! Our medical response team just got airdropped in!" and approach Ifa to explain the situation.

However, Ifa pays them no heed, with eyes only for saurians in need of aid. Only after treating their injuries does he tend to the minor issues faced by the people around him.

Over time, the vet's figure has become a familiar one, and those he runs into always wave and say hello.

Although he doesn't remember everyone's faces, Ifa never fails to return a friendly greeting with a smile and a shout: "Right back atcha, bro!"