Come Over Red Rover

Their voices laced together in an almost indecipherable mash of concern, and she huffed an answering laugh as he broke off. The tension left her shoulders as he assured her, he was fine, though her eyes still scanned him one more time, as she breathed, “Good…”, before he drew attention to the throb in her ribs, forgotten for a moment.

Now then he’d drawn her attention to it, she turned to examine her side, lifting that paw and rolling her shoulder experimentally, twisting her frame slightly to test the ribs before taking several deep, lung-swelling breaths, wincing briefly as the biggest one sent a twinge into the ribs.

“I suspect a bruised rib or two, but it looks like the worst he did was light scratches through the fur… But we should see Paladin, just to be sure.”

She was confident in her self-diagnosis, but to assuage Red’s concern, she was willing to undergo Paladin’s poking and prodding. He was, after all, a Nomad-trained healer. So she started off toward the hillock, glancing back to make sure the bear had truly fled for the day. The sheep had scattered far and wide, but she saw two that had not fled very far, their wool reddened. She sighed. Those would likely need to be culled—sheep were of such fragile constitutions. Even if the bleeding didn’t take them, the shock might.

“Those sheep are going to be a pain to get back in a flock…”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think