Phoenix Maplewood Here I dreamt I was an architect

And you better make it for a thousand more!

Finally, she slowly made her way into the shallow stream and settled with a clumsy fall. Rushing to her side, Reek waited until she stabilized herself in the mellow current. Once still, Reek wasted no time and began the process of cleaning her wounds in the slow-running water. Teeth ran though fur and he made quick and delicate work with his tongue over her lacerations. Her recovery would be a slow one, he knew that, but he refused to let go of hope.

His ministrations came to a sullen halt after her sorrowful statement. His emotional wall was penetrated and he was overwhelmed with sadness. Death was simply not an option; not after losing Pantaleimon because of his own negligence, (of course there was nothing he could have done for him, but he blamed himself all the same). "No you're not," he said sternly. "You're not allowed to die. I won't let you." He would lose another friend... if he had to command her to live, then so be it.