Redhawk Caldera The Dance at the Gym

The last few slashes from the panicked beast were wild and without focus, thank god... only one caught, a superficial wound to the side of her face.  She didn't dodge, or advance... all she did was continue to snarl, stiff and terrified and furious.

It finally ran.  And as it did, Fennec both heard and felt Bronco fall next to her.

Hey.... fuck.  Bronco, hey,  Panic laced her tone.  Alyx!?  She called this out before leaning down and shoving her muzzle under Bronco's chin, making sure his face was out of the snow so he wouldn't get smothered. C'mon.  She whined, listening for a response from either.

None came.  She had to keep it together, and the steps laid out one by one in her mind.  Find Alyx.  She staggered towards where the cat had been and nearly stumbled over her sister's prone form.  There was blood, and Fennec felt acrid fear as she noted where it was.  Not enough to be a major vein but... shit.  This wasn't good.

She grabbed Alyx's scruff and carefully, slowly, began to pull her over to where Bronco was.  Her main aim was not to move her throat, but she needed to get them close so that she could get this in check without losing track of either.  If that cougar came back, she wasn't about to let it nab either of them.  Her ribs and leg protested the work immensely but she ignored that, pushing through until she had them side by side.  Alyx was breathing, if struggled, so she was secondary.  She had to stop Bronco's bleeding first.

She didn't have anything to work with.  For a moment she just stood, at a complete loss.. before taking a step forward and just lowering herself onto the worst of it.  By draping herself across, she attempted to use her own body to apply pressure to the wounds on his neck and scalp.  It required that she not completely let her weight rest, and she knew she couldn't keep this up for long.  But she had to for long enough.

From this position she sent up a hoarse howl, one that begged anyone nearby to help.  She couldn't move them by herself, but she'd remain here until someone managed to hear.  Eventually someone would, and she'd follow woodenly to the medic den.  Until then she did what she could, cleaning and applying pressure in turn while trying to also keep them both warm.

prob last for me! Gonna work on the assumption that someone helps them move <3 anyone can feel free to insert their char having done that