Little Bird

*Xephyris* · 04-20-2016, 09:44 PM

The man startled slightly when she wagged her tail and a loud jingling noise filled the air. He looked to the bells tangled around her tail. How peculiar - why did she have such a contraption attached to her? But, there was no time to worry about that. Xephyris shook his head as the collapsed woman answered him. Joking at a time like this. "Nonsense," he muttered in disapproval, his silver gaze meeting her duo-colored eyes, "Don't waste your breath, you obviously have very little to spare." Just as he finished speaking, the pack's healer arrived. She advised him to stay away from the stranger on the ground, so Xephyris took a few steps back, his lip twitching slightly. He wanted to help the woman, but he wasn't sure he wanted to get sick and possibly infect his pack mates.

When Armai asked if he could help her take the stranger to her den, Xephyris nodded slowly, his brow furrowed. Was he going to need treatment as well? It didn't matter to him though - he wasn't going to back out and leave this up to someone else. Before he could make a move, Riv appeared as well, assessing the situation. Silver eyes glanced between the two; it seemed the consensus was that they would try to help this stranger, despite the risk. So, his gaze shifted back to the one in need of help, watching as she tried pitifully to stand up, offering to leave if she was causing too much trouble. Yet, she could not even stand on her own paws, and as her coughing fit continued, blood trickled from her maw. Pain was evident upon her features as she tried to breathe.

"You can't even stand on your own paws," Xephyris rumbled, stepping towards her, "I'll have to carry you if you can't walk. There's no other option." He shifted himself so that he was right next to her, uncomfortably close, so that his thick coat brushed against her soaked pelt. No wonder she was ill. He could feel the heat of her fever radiating through her drenched fur. He crouched down so that it would be easy for her to hop on. He waited for her to move, hoping she'd be able to hang on tightly enough. Glancing at her sideways, although not sure if she'd notice through the haze of her sickness, he'd grin slightly. "Just try not to breathe on me," he said as he waited, "I don't want to end up like you."

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