Bramblepoint (M) Old wounds leave big scars

Anyone from the Caldera is allowed to join in!

'Its just gas.' 


Well it wasn't what he expected but it was most certainly 
better than what he feared. Rye did not move, feeling her
shake and pant. He wanted to call for help, he was no medic
and if something happened to her right then and there he
would never forgive himself. He held his neck closer, trying 
his best to keep her from falling over completely and as
she leaned in so did he, moving his body close to hers.
As the smell of blood engulfed his nose he knew he couldn't
wait for permission, he had to call for help. 

His howl was loud, panicked and long. He called for @Phox,
@Ruenna, anybody! "Please God," He yelled, "Anybody please." 
His shouting no doubt did any good to catch anyone attention,
but it was all he could do to keep his own composure. He

couldn't look, he didn't want to, he had no desire to see

how dire thing could have be. "Towhee, bite me if you must

but don't move.  Please." He begged.