Arrow Lake [m] Haven't felt this way since I asked you to go steady

Thieves were cowards, in the end. That was why Panacea had made such a good one. Adrenaline kept him agile, kept him alert, but he felt the blood warm-but-cooling in his fur; he felt the mix of dread and relief when the air was shattered by the dead-blow hammer of an unfamiliar voice. He broke away, stumbled back.

There was an opportunity here. A chance to flee, integrity be damned. What was integrity in the face of survival? Panacea cursed, spat blood, and darted back into chaos —

but thieves were cowards, in the end. Already wounded and now outmatched, Eagle broke away from the dark stranger with a snarl and fled. Or maybe he didn't go by Eagle anymore. Panacea didn't pause to wonder. He trailed a few yards in faux pursuit, then turned to face whatever busybody pure-of-heart saint the heavens had sent down to help him.

Tall. Red eyes. Scary but maybe kind of hot. These were the observations Panacea managed before he realized just how badly he was bleeding. He half-fell into a sit, looking down at himself for a moment. His chest was torn.

Shit, Not very polite, perhaps. Panacea looked back up, losing his thoughts to fog as the adrenaline faded more fully. I mean - uh - thanks? Yeah. Thank you.

Fuuuuck.