A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

Artisan rushed back with the rest of his pack, each individual doing their part in some way in another whether it was helping to move the downed King or carrying newborn puppies. It seemed she was on her way to regaining some form of coherency the further from the beach they travelled, and by the time they had her safe in the cavern the King was requesting water - and confirmation that they did in fact, get him. "Well, I got his ear?" Artisan offered with a lopsided grin, holding the eartip out in his paw for her to see. "Sorry we couldn't do more, Sparrow."

Tipping the bloodied eartip back and forth between his forepaws, Artisan considered. "Anyone know how to sew?" The bastard had taken something from his Pirate King and Artisan had taken something back in turn, it was only fair that in the end, the intruder came out less-whole then Sparrow did. Even if the ear was a different color and would probably clash with her fur.

"Speech"