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He had dragged @Reverie home with all the might left in him.
Weak, trembling; hiking through the spiny crags of the ridge and back down to their desolate home. The air is stagnant and rich with the sting of blood.
He carries her up to their makeshift den hidden on the hillside; his wife, his wife; and he tucks her in beside @Blossom who surely had plenty of questions that he did not have an answer for.
Breath heaving, legs going numb; there is no time to cry, no time to weep. He tucks away his fear and his dread and he starts to think.
He knows nothing of healing, of medicine; where the hell was he going to go? He had to — find someone. Ask someone for help, but go where? He didn't know anyone here. Nor did she, he assumed, and if she did it was not mutual.
Panic, panic, and then a deep, shaken inhale. I love you, he whispers, one paw cupping the side of her dirtied face. I'm-- gonna find help. I'll be right back, I promise.
With one last kiss, he departs; he stops only briefly near the creek to try and rid himself of the mess he dragged in before he stumbles for the ridgeline, running only on the frantic spill of epinephrine.