Whitefish River Starting to rust

Speedy lives up to her name. She is here in a flash, a blur of cream and brown and Boom, magic. The bear gives her a wag of his tail in greeting, but now isn’t the time for casual conversation and chill time. Hieronymous looks to be getting worse by the second. He’s relieved he called when he had.
Uh… he went to… the cave, and there was a lynx apparently— He glances over, mismatched eyes widening as he sees the spotted Knight practically passed out in a less than comfortable position. Fortunately he’d already been laying down but… Shit he didn’t know just how bad it is. Hieronymous? The bear sniffs, approaching closer with his heart hammering. Worried glances are sent to Speedy a split second later when he doesn’t get a response.