Ouroboros Spine Disarm

Night stole across the wilds, and the rain continued to silently drizzle, stopping only when sunrise neared, allowing a little bit of colour to seep over the Eastern horizon with the dawn. The rain stopped- at least temporarily- and as the first bit of sunlight bled through the clouds and over the Eastern cusp of the crater, Bronco wearily heaved a sigh, and opened his eyes. 

He had to blink several times to clear his vision and even then he wasn't sure that he knew where he was, or why he was there- until he saw the dark form lying not far from him, frighteningly still on the sand. When he lifted his head he felt the muscles around his ribs and back burn and riot against the movement, a reminder of the two devastating blows he'd received the evening before. Gasping lightly, he pulled himself to his feet and trudged over to Minori, noting with relief that she was breathing- but all around her, the sand was dark. Not just spattered red with drops of blood, but soaked with so much that it was nearly black. 

This woman had saved his life- and was barely clinging to her own, or so Bronco thought. He whimpered lightly, and hovered his muzzle just above her shoulders- wanting to nudge her and get a response, but also not wanting to hurt her. He tried to think- what would Eljay or Sugar Glider do? And with a pang of grief, he remembered the day he'd learned how dangerous infected wounds could be. He didn't want to hurt her...But he was too afraid of what might happen should her wounds get infected- so he uttered a soft whine of apology, and started tending to her wounds with unpracticed timidity.