Qeya River Last light

Wildfire did not speak again after that. Frantically, Rebekka searched her packmate's face, her sinking eyes, any indication to what she could do; what was she supposed to do? And then, almost comically, it clicked. It felt like her world came crashing down as in just a split second, she cursed herself more than she had to any other soul. She threw her head back and howled, long and true; the utmost, dire urgency prominent within her cry (@Portia). How could she have forgotten, out of all the things to forget in that moment, to do the one thing she could ever do? A whine of both disbelief and frustration escaped her, before her eyes returned to the beaten red coat of the formerly joyous woman. "Wildfire, live," She stood above the woman who seemed to barely hold conscious, begging that she not do what she looked like she was going to do. However, here was little she could do, or say to revive the woman from her slipping state, but simply express the unpleasant situation Wildfire had put her in."Taim yu die right nau, ai'm na be really, really mad," Rebekka's nose wrinkled in faux antagonism that just barely masked the dread that lay underneath; fear for both the woman and herself. She would never be forgiven if Wildfire was to perish on the riverside, nor would she ever forgive herself. 

Breaking away from the gaze of the red woman, Rebekka refused to do nothing though her use had run out. Feverish eyes scanned the surrounding land for any indication that there was anyone else out there to do what she could not. "Help!" The hoarse cry settled on the wind as every bit of her willed that the aid would hurry up and arrive. Eyes flickered back to the woman. "Help?"