Brittle Bones

Isa locked eyes with the spotted feline as she came to assist in wrapping secure vines around her broken and battered frame. The vines pressed on her broken ribs and Isa refused to scream, though her body tried to. The fae's nostrils flared and her breathing grew rapid. Consciousness threatened to abandon her again but she held on fiercely, intent on meeting her savior in a state of whatever dignity she could scrape together.

The group worked together and soon Isa felt herself being pulled upwards as whoever was up above heaved and hoed. Isa didn't weigh very much, but pulling a body upwards through the air took strength and tenacity. Every pull sent pain lancing through her ribs, her hip, her broken leg, her head. By the time she reached the stone ledge and safety, the blue fae's body was involuntarily shaking. There was blood on her coat from wounds across her ribcage where the bear had struck her. Its claws had scraped along her skin but the blood made the wounds look worse than they actually were. Her lower lip was split and there were scratches and bruises easily seen through her shorter fur. Despite all of this, Isa struggled to sit tall. Her eyes moved to spy her rescuer.

Well, Isa hadn't been expecting this sort of rescue party. There was a bear, a leopard, the vulture and a giant dire standing there inspecting her. Still breathing somewhat heavily, the injured woman settled on the hip that she could feel. A nod was given to the saber toothed man. "Thank you," she panted, spots of dark appearing before her eyes. "Whatever your name is." And then she slumped to the ground as oblivion consumed her.

"Isa"