Stone Circle Rage and Grief beset

Son.

Son??

Faun stared at the man for a moment in time, only a fluttering of her heart, before she turned to steel beneath his gaze.

Talk to him. He can hear you, even if he’s unconscious. Her words were a near snapped order as she encircled him, her eyes falling to the numerous bites on his haunches, the backs of his legs. 

This was not what you did to a trespasser.

This is what you did to prey.

She snorted, sharp and harsh from her nose.

At the very least he has something fractured or broken in that ankle. Familiarity is what he needs right now. She gestured to the wounds in silence, pacing in a quick circle.

Im going to have to set that ankle. It’s going to be painful. Can you hold him down when I come to that? Or should she call someone else to do it?

The boy let out a faint noise, half a moan, and she set to work on plucking out herbs and mosses and cobwebs. First things first, she had to stop the bleeding, let him be eased in that regard at least. They could worry about bones and mental scars when the boy wasn’t two inches from becoming a eulogy.