Redhawk Caldera I'll just mix 'em in my drink

Eljay immediately discovered a few disturbing looking wounds. Oh no, he muttered under his breath immediately. He continued to check up, but it seemed as if at least her legs hadn't been too hurt by the fall. There was a scrape on her head from the impact, though it looked like she hadn't hit her head first. She was lucky enough to fall on her side first, it seemed. Maybe a concussion at worst. Overall, though she had a few bad wounds, it looked like she would live.

Eljay frowned as he considered what to do next. For a short moment he considered whether to get her further into the territory, but he didn't want to stress the wounds too much and she wasn't even awake, let alone in walking condition. He wasn't sure he could carry her alone and even if he could there were still the wounds to consider.

On the other hand, there was the dangerous darkness out there. Eljay stared into the darkness and shuddered as he thought of what sort of monster was capable of something like this. Hopefully the scent of their fresh borders would be threatening enough to keep them out.

Wanting to waste no more time, Eljay crouched down beside Maia and he started to clean the worst of the wounds. He stayed close to her, sharing his body warmth; she wasn't cold now, since she'd been running, but he wanted to be sure it stayed that way. Thoughts raced through his mind while he licked the brutal wounds, ranging from the monster outside to how she'd got in this situation to the odds of Maia ending up over here. Eljay had been looking forward to seeing Maia again, but he had never wanted it to be this way.