Redhawk Caldera beti

brecheliant—friendly—

words flitted in and out of his consciousness, and he clung to them as he could, but they passed him by.

. . .pack nearby?

my daughter, adi managed, gritting his teeth as the healer began to work at his wound. oh, god. . . his vision blurred again, and he blinked profusely, trying to remain alert. i am looking. . .for. . .my daughter. . .silktail. dark, wi' white. . .brown. . .

darkness fell; he was passing out. no? he came to again.

he craned his head, looking at the woman (did she have three legs?!). that hurts, yaar, he whined, lips pulled down in a frown.