Moonsong Glacier Pack your things, leave somehow

”nobody’s going to be tearing your tail off.” galana said more so to herself, stepping closer to examine the leg.

”your with me.” morningsong was not a pack of fools, let alone ‘savages.’

another confused look was given to the man. he’d knowingly hunted on land that was occupied. galana almost considered it stupidity, but then decided he must be starving. it prompted a grateful thought of moonglow. though with the open border policy extended to her, she’d only claim he was alongside her should the need arise.

she knew little of healing, only what she’d seen or heard from her anaa’s ulaq. from time to time she was bitterly instructed on dressing mida’s wounds and told what to fetch for pain, though galana had no storage of any such herbs. perhaps she could figure out a way to splint the leg? 

the ruddy girl felt an embarrassing diffidence shift over her. a desire for instruction in what he needed next formed. food? medicine? moved him from the ice?

”well. shit situation. i can call for someone if you’d like, or uh- something for the pain first? a splint? i don’t exactly know… or you gonna die without food right now, mister uh-?” the ending of her sentence took satirical tone, the beginning of it spoken in seriousness.

so many things were in order, his name firstly! she imagined the pain wouldn’t make stomaching anything easy right now, but she settled for asking him instead. broken leg, borderline starving (so she thought was the only reasonable idea for the situation), stuck on a glacier… running a deer across ice must’ve been a wonderful idea!