Sleepy Fox Hollow maero

he needed a healer. there was not one between them. crowfeather's breath laboured.

if they waited here, germanicus felt he would die without the hand of a physician.

and if he lifted the shadow, he might do more harm.

"we cannot stay here." his voice was firm. empty. "help me." crowfeather's fur was tangled with debris and sap, dusted with fur. the gasping tore at him. he thrust his muzzle beneath one armpit and his broad shoulders followed.

he would seek to bear the healer along his back, the dark forelegs hanging over his shoulders, the hindlimbs slung over his hips.

"we must go."