Dragoncrest Cliffs Barracuda

Etienne looked at Missus Meerkat. She seemed beyond any reason. So he stepped in to chew on the root of the lavender. As he did so, he spread ita long the cuts he saw. His medium paws nimbly working. He emptied his mind of all things and just did as asked. HE chewed, he pressed the root in the wounds.

He bent to the task of cleaning the blood and the bile from Quen. It was wretched, but he did it all without complaint. lick, sprinkle, wrap. Over and over again, until it became a mantra in his head.

There was no realization of the tears that rolled from his golden eyes, or the small tremor in his paw. He was just doing as best he could with the moments given.

He would bend his back to help the two young men to granme's den and then somewhere quiet and away. He would give into the anguish that threatened to overtake him from all teh emotions that pressed on him.


And he felt it all. All of them. He could feel the ghosts of pain, the anquish that Meerkat gave him. It was enough to make the boy lose his balance, fall to his knees, but he pressed on.