Who do you think you are

Derg · (This post was last modified: February 28, 2019, 12:43 PM by Derg.)

His ears perked at the stranger, knowing it wasn't the assailant. Even so, he mildly flashed his teeth to show he wouldn't tolerate another attacker. He relaxed again when she started helping Wintersbane, still keeping an ear on the two.
He wanted to help them search but keeping Keen warm was also important.
Ach, what the hell.

He rose slowly and moved to pull the pelt over Keen, licking at the neck wound again. It was slowing: he couldn't decide if it was from blood loss or if it was clotting.
He nuzzled her, trying to comfort her, his very heart breaking and thumping against his chest.
He couldn't save her.
He let her wander off.
It was his fault.

"I'm sorry Keen. Stay awake. We will make you better." He sighed softly, letting go of the pain aching rip he'd felt in his chest and dislodging the lump in his throat. She wasn't dead. She could live.
She had to because if she didn't he'd never forgive himself.
"Where do we look?" he asked, turning to face the apparent healer woman. Ready to do anything for Keen.
Loyalty had often become his downfall but he'd be damned if he ever stopped trying.

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