Barrow Fields my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly

✹☾❂

 

She noticed the man as soon as he entered her field of vision. He looked sickly — hurt. Limping along hurriedly. Faster than any wolf in his condition should be traveling. Almost immediately, Eleuthera felt uneasy and moved her head from side to side in big sweeping motions, searching for an assailant — or really, any sign or indication that she needed to get out of there, fast. Things with the Saints had been quiet recently, but it didn’t mean another infraction was impossible. 

Eleuthera really didn’t see any other creature in hot pursuit, and her better nature could not leave a wounded animal alone. She was no healer, but she was close to her home where healers lived, if one needed to be called upon. If this man were to die, well, then at least he wouldn’t have to die alone and in fear. Either way, Eleuthera felt it was now upon her destined shoulders to intercept him.

“Hey, wait!” she called out, taking off in a sprint, not wanting to surprise him with any amount of stealth. “You’re hurt!" As if he didn’t know.