Otatso Wetlands mmm, make it right.

Stormchaser had run until his legs quivered from the effort of it. All the while, his mouth held the fragile little body of the pup. At first the child had seemed weightless, as though the yearling could race into oblivion and never feel the difference in his body and the speed he gained. As the miles stretched and he began to seek out Qiao, the child had grown heavy and Stormchaser’s jaw had become cramped with the effort it took not to sink his teeth into the pup.

When he met the crone, his bloody leg had crusted over. The marking of fangs against his shoulder itched and burned. The familiar dropped @Riot on the ground, nudging his small head with a huff through his nose.

He did fine. Squirmed more than I wanted.