Silver Creek The Hunting Grounds

Slight pp of Turmeric with his player's permission!

Though remaining with the children, as he'd promised to do, Arashi's attention had been more focused on the frenzy of the hunt.
The hound watched as all included parties played out their strategies and worked to tame the beast they all sought. 
He was completely immersed in the sight; at least, up until a sharp sound of vocals rang through the air.
The general's gaze shot through the collecting of hunters. Instinctively, it sought out Fury first. Nothing was wrong, thankfully. His eyes then moved towards the beast's rear where he found their newest addition, Turmeric.
Chuffing heavily, Arashi looked down to the children and growled lowly. A simple stay here, and do not move. 
Inching forward from behind the elk, the hound slunk to the frame of Turmeric. It was evident that from the whines the boy emitted, something was wrong. But then, none ever escaped a bull's kick without attaining something from it.
Though the general did not know specifically what was hurting, he knew to be as careful as possible. And so, grabbing the boys scruff, Arashi lowered himself to the ground and ducked his under the flailing body to inch him atop his back. Claws raked into his flank and backside, but he had little difficulty ignoring the sensation. They weren't overly forceful, at least.
Once sure his new charge was secure, he circled widely around the beast to be sure they wouldn't be targeted and moved towards where the children had been waiting.
Looking to the nearest pup, the hound rumbled, Help me get him set down on the ground. They were still young, but surely they were capable enough to lend some form of help when it was needed. The last thing he needed was to falter and end up tossing Turmeric against the earth too hard.