Hunting Pains
10-07-2020, 11:34 PM
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. |