Blacktail Deer Plateau Praying for Love, and Paying in Naivety

@Ruenna!

Siqsa was breathing hard, and drool was collecting in his mouth. He looked ill. Concern for his health was beginning to prick at Corvus, but he knew that nothing he said or did would quell his fiery temper. “That wasn’t a spar — she got lucky!“ Corvus quirked a brow in suspicion at that.

There is no luck in battle. There are those who take advantage of situations and those who don't, He said, firm in that belief. If Siqsa were bested, it was because Minori out-fought him, and that was that. But Corvus kept that to himself, as he didn't want to work Siqsa up any more than he already was, given his progressively worrying state.

“You don’t know what you’re talkin' 'bout...“ Siqsa slurred before losing consciousness, body going limp on the ground. Corvus was even more concerned now, and when the boy didn't rouse, he scooped him onto his back. It was difficult, especially considering the youngster was of a decent bulk, but he managed. He carried him off to the den site, which Corvus discovered felt like light-years away when carrying a nearly full-grown male on your back.

Once the den site was in view, he howled for assistance. Finally, he neared a den and slid Siqsa off of his back. Corvus sat vigilantly by his side while awaiting someone's arrival. In the meantime, he panted to catch his breath.