Dragoncrest Cliffs Barracuda

Etienne’s cry was shocking. To sound so urgent and so loud? Surely something was wrong. She pulled herself from her slump; she’s allowed herself time to simply pine for the boys who’d gone off, and had stayed away too late. She’d worried quietly. 

Once she realized the call was for healers a sinking feeling push into her chest. The boys were back- but they were in pain. She bounded through the tangle back toward the borders.

The sight of them caused her to whimper. Swordfish with deep, long gouges and Quennell with old blood dried to his back end where his tail should have been. ”Oh no no no no!” She whimpered, carefully drawing nearer when she could fit into a gap between healers. ”Oh, Quennell, your tail,” she said, before she turned to assess Stingray. 

Her eyes filled with tears and she began to sob silently, hiccoughing as she tried to keep it all in. Feeling utterly useless, she lay herself beside him, so he might lay his head against her side where she was softest and warmest. There, she would soothe his brown with kisses hoping to inspire him to get better