Hoshor Plains Life finds a way

In other circumstances, he would've appreciated the coldness of the water with how overheated he feels. Right now, however, the bear worries. Every step he grows more anxious. His round ears swerve to the slightest sound, and mismatched green eyes beg to see a sliver of white amongst the dark, earthy foliage. Hopefully without a marring of red. Just as with Thistle, he prays to unknown Gods that Rei is okay.

His pace quickens, loping from the water's grasps and it is by fortunate luck that they are not far from each other. His name is heard in a familiar voice. Part of him feels relieved, the other beyond worried. He runs in the direction; Rei? Eve calls back. At first he misses her head poking out from a shrub, but upon a double-take he spots her! Rei! The bear exclaims, tail wagging behind him. He quiets his voice, glancing over his shoulder in case they had to run again. The coast seems clear... for now.

Are you okay? Are you hurt? Eve whispers as he powers through the shrub branches to stand next to her.