Porcupine Ridge We are hope

The boy seemed numb to them, movements sluggish as if he was underwater. Her ears flicked forward in concern, wondering for a moment if the kid was dying. But no, he seemed to be sleeping, which confused her, but she prodded him lightly and determined him still breathing, rising again, she turned to her companions. "Pema, come take a look at his paw. It's definitely broken. Adi - I think I can carry him, but I'll need help." There was no question in her mind that they would bring him back to Morningside with them, for they couldn't leave any child; much less a child of Easthollow, alone and injured in the mountains. 

She stood over the numb child and waited for Pema to make her assessment. It wouldn't be impossible to drape the child over her back and simply carry him back to Morningside, but it'd be damned difficult. Her gaze turned to Adi, brow furrowed in concern as she shifted her weight.