S.O.S (save our sheep)

He was relieved to hear the macaque didn't think the leg was broken. That would have made things all the more difficult and really pushed him to the limits of his animal-nurturing skills. Tyrian continued to watch with rapt attention as the pair took care of his lamb. He was on the verge of answering her question when loose grit from above rained down on his head. He looked up to see Tashi leaning over the edge. What had rained down on him was grit from the two small saplings that the langur had pushed to the edge of the gorge.

To Drifa, Tyrian said, "I don't yet, but my friend up there just brought back everything we need to make a travois for her." He walked over to the wall and motioned for Tashi to lower one of the saplings to him. After one was on the ground at his paws and Tashi was trying to move the second one into position, Tyrian glanced over at Drifa and ofered her a cheeky smile. "I can have something made in oh, 20 minutes." That's about how long it would take for him and Tashi to make it together assuming the langur had already cut all the pieces down to size.