Wapun Meadow tickle that cheek and take your throne.

Horror colored his eyes. Soft tears spring to them at the child's piteous cry. He looked around wild eyed. Catching sight of nearby reeds. He tugged pieces of the soft fluff. Catching in his teeth in claws. Throwing prayers to any god would hear. The haitian creole dripping from his tongue quick and thick.

He pressed it gently to the wound. Binding tight with river spider webs. Then with a strength borne from mothers of the sea he shifted until he could place the girl upon his shoulders and back.

Lwgs wobbling but a grit of teeth. He walked towards the borders and hoped that either @Anselm or @Fiona would be there to help him.