He looked away for ONE fucking second. A creak of wood threatening to snap beneath paw had drawn his attention away from the pixie-sized fae. When he had turned back around, she was gone. Disappeared into thin air. As if she hadn't existed in the first place.

Slinging curses under his breath, Ursus followed her tracks the best he could. Since she was so tiny, so light, Senua hardly made a track to leave behind. If it weren't for the hairs that snagged on the bushes, he would've lost her for good. Not that this was the first time for this sort of thing to happen. Somehow, she always managed to wander back to him, but something felt off.

And if it weren't for the sudden onslaught of screaming in the distance, he might've not been so worried.

"SENUA!" Ursus' deep bellow scattered birds to the air and even sent Locke's fur bristling from fright. His responding chatter would usually have Ursus chuckling, but not this time. Quickly following the scent of blood and fear, the two-year-old broke through the trees to the sight of wolves gathering around a massive beetle-like worm thing. Oh, Hells no. His mind reeled, heart racing as his stark orange eyes scanned the flowery plateau. She had to be here.

Finally, he sees her small form. Crippled amongst the violets and tulips. Fury blazes through as he rushes over. Sliding through slick grass covered in mucus and blood, he sweeps the tiny woman into his jaws as tenderly as he can and high-tails it back into the cover of the trees. Once they're far enough away that the scent of death no longer trails after them, he sets her gently upon a pile of pine needles and dried leaves. His lips pull into a snarl as he collapses around her, knowing not nearly enough first aid to help her in such a dire situation.

"Crazy woman, tell me what to do," Ursus growls, but the words are softer than normal. Senua was the only wolf who saw this side of him.

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Senua sat there, pumpkin hued eyes fixed on the curling rib bone that she'd used to splint her shattered foreleg. Where had it even come from? Who did it belong to? Well, they couldn't have it back. It was hers now. Property of Senua. If the owner came for it, she'd fight them for that right. The little woman's expression shifted as she went through a made up battle in her mind, her face pinching and brows furrowing as though she'd eaten a whole slew of lemons. And then she blinked, turning her head as Ursus' deep voice called out for her. Oh, he was just in time!

Turning, the little woman waved at him, her broken arm flopping at odd angles. A moment later she was being hefted from the ground, his big jaws making short work of her feathery frame. Senua squirmed for a moment, then settled, accepting her fate. She didn't like it though. When they stopped, she kicked the big boys shin, though he most likely wouldn't feel it.

The look of concern on the big lugs face kept Senua from putting a curse on him. She sighed and held out her broken, albeit splinted leg. "Nothing to do but set, splint and wrap," she told him in bird-like tones. "No bone pokes through. Nothing to do!"

The way Senua had waved her broken limb about without care had been concerning. Could she not feel the bones shifting? How was that not painful? Was it the shock and adrenaline? Surely, that must be it. Staring down at her as she tittered, he closed his eyes and released a frustrated sigh.

“Locke may need to assist in that,” he rumbles, lifting a paw to show Senua his bear paws that she clearly knew he had. There was no way he’d be able to set and wrap her tiny leg without snapping her bones further. Thankfully, at the mention of his name, the piebald raccoon, fondly known as Locke, skittered out from the shadows and approached Senua with a mouse skull in paw, offering it out to her with that creep smile of his.

“How about I go retrieve a squirrel for you to eat and Locke can help you set and wrap? I’m sure there’s enough material in my satchel,” Ursus lifts a brow, moving to sit so that Locke could make quick work of unbuckling the satchel from around his rib cage and bringing it over to Senua.

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