Naiche explained what had happened, clear and concise despite the crying princess in the Warlords arms. “She is fearless.” Was his only comment, he hadn’t decided yet how he felt. This was the second time she had been out with Naiche, and terrible harm had befallen her. Bad luck, or something to do with Naiche? Or was he just the wolf she spent the most time with? He remembered fleetingly the time Hana told him she was not sure she trusted the man. Had he been hasty, granting him warrior? The doubts flooded in as Asla’s tears soaked his coat. He leaned his head down, putting his muzzle in front of hers. The scent of the herbs on the cloth Bas had placed in her mouth. He could see her fear, and he brought a paw up, stroking her head as gently as a mother. “Look at me, my Asla, I have you.” He said, keeping her attention from her leg and what the other wolves were doing. "Speech"

She took the cloth, and Sirius was attending to her front, and with his body wrapped around her as it was, he knew the Warlord would have an easy time holding her down. He could only hope the Alpha had listened to him. As for Naiche, the warrior settled himself by the leg, preparing to set it when the order was given. He gave a few moments for the pain relief in the cloth to kick in. It wouldn’t be perfect, but anything would help. He couldn’t think yet about how this was Asla, at how the white bone gutting from flesh belonged to his dear Mistress. She was a patient, and he was a healer. One with very little real-time experience, and he knew that if he fucked this up she could be limp for life. No pressure, right? Not for a mindless slave that didn’t make decisions. He almost longed for those simpler days in the moment. He didn’t speak, not wanting to give Asla time to hear it and tense. First, he ensured the brace was nearby for a quick binding once the job was done, and then he gave a brisk nod, and together they pushed the bone back into place. "Aslatiel""Basilisk"

Naiche nodded silently to Sirius words.  It was one of those things he did respect about her.  He might of commented but words didn’t really seem needed nor enough, and his focus had to be on Bas and the leg.  Focusing on that also meant not focusing on the feeling of helpless guilt inside of him. At Bas’ signal he put pressure on the leg, helping him get it back into position.  Naiche looked down at Asla wishing he could make things better, and the feeling of guilt diluted a little with the rising anger again that the board would are to hurt her.  This was his fake-sister and it had dared to hurt her. Looking with a more focused gaze on Bas, “What else? How can I help next?” Speech:"Live to fight" Think

"Aslatiel Fatalis" Eyes were still wide with panic. She couldn't help it. The girl knew that this was going to be bad. Even her father's comforting words didn't work to calm her. She could feel the pressure of his body around her as he held her tight. The young wolf's body quivered and she began to hyperventilate a bit. As Bas pulled and Naiche pushed, the bone slid back into place. Thankfully it was a clean break and the bone wasn't jagged or shattered. The pain was enough though that Aslatiel quickly lost consciousness. Her head dropped forward onto her father and she was out. Done. Maybe she was dead. Who knew? Goodbye, world. Taken out by a boar. How pathetic. The girls heart continued to beat, but her subconscious was such a drama queen.

Sirius held his girl tightly, kissing her forehead as he waited, and with a sudden, violent motion, Bas and Naiche pushed the bone back into place. Luckily, Asla lost consciousness, taking her away from the pain for the moment. He pulled the cloth from her mouth so she wouldn’t choke on it in her sleep. Then he turned to Bas and Naiche, mouth opening in a grimace snarl. “Good work.” it was the best praise he could manage at the moment. His eyes caught on the wound again, and he had to take a few moments, simply breathing. The rage crawling up his spine with no possible outlet. He clashed his teeth together painfully. “Healer,” he said, forgetting the man's name in his blind rage. “Lash her to my back, if you feel she can be moved. I want to get her to Io.” He trusted his sister above all else, and her opinion would be sought in matters such as this. Asla would receive nothing but the best. "Speech"

They pulled the bone into place, and Asla went limp, for a heartbeat he thought the shock had caused her heart to fail, and he placed his head against her chest. Feeling the next breath soothed him some, and he quickly slathered yarrow to the wound. At Naiche’s words, he nodded to the man. “Put pressure here, I don’t want her to lose any more blood” as the warrior did so, Basilisk harvested sap from the nearest tree. Gone and back again in only a moment. He used the sticky substance to bind her wound together, and wrapped it. Lastly, he lashed the splint to place. It was crude, but he only had what he had carried with him. As Sirius turned to him with a snarl, he fully expected the angry Warlord to lash out. He went so far as to brace himself against the coming blow, realising a moment later one would not be landing. At least, not yet. “I believe she can now be moved, Honoured Warlord.” the slave said “If you lie still, we will tie her to you” He turned his head to Naiche, to see if the man would indeed help him do so. "Aslatiel""Basilisk"

Naiche just offered a small nod to Sirius ‘good work’.  If Naiche had done ‘good work’ they wouldn’t be in this situation.  Naiche wasn’t so dumb as to whimper about that now.  It would be like trying to take attention away from the one who really need it so he could whine about his own problems.  Neither he nor Sirius would accept him doing that. Naiche watched Bas and as directed put his paw to the wound, pushing into it so that it would at least slow the bleeding.  Naiche lowered his head as if he’d give her another lick but then thought about present company and decided it would be a poor idea, besides what if it were enough to wake her up? Naiche doubted the last part. Naiche made another nod, “Sure,” of course he was much smaller than Bas but hey he was getting use to getting Asla onto his back!  That was one thing best not mentioned to anyone else.  “I don’t suppose you have anything to tie her down with?” His eyes turned to the string like branches of the willow tree’s, then looking for some that were bound to have fallen off on the ground.  Those would probably work unless he was wrong about what Bas could fit in a bag. Speech:"Live to fight" Think