Tiger Food?

*Gavroche* · 02-19-2023, 05:12 AM

Resting in the cave behind the waterfall alongside James, Gavroche had been doing some reflecting. They had lost Jessie, and the weight of that loss had especially been noticed by the pygmy marmoset that had been her partner in crime. It was strange experiencing the night without her… and the tiny winged man would openly admit he would miss her. But resting for longer was not on the agenda that day. A call for him, and fighters of the pack, rose across the air. But it wasn’t Bellamy… it was their daughter, Haydée. If that wasn’t concerning enough, there was an edge to her tone that had Gav scrambling to his paws in an instant. His heart sank into his stomach as he feared what he would find. Hay hadn’t called for her mother. Had something happened to Bells? Were they okay? James scrambled to his shoulders as the man slung his bag over his shoulder and raced out of the cave.

On his way out, spotting his son Dorian, Gav called to the boy. “Dorian, come with me.” He had only just begun the process of teaching his son the healing arts, but this might be an even harder lesson for the sandy colored pup to learn. Gavroche prayed he was wrong, Divinities above let him be wrong, but he had a dark feeling that neither of them were going to like what they saw.

Racing across the territory of the falls into the forested area Gavroche and his companion made haste to where Haydée, Bellamy, and his mate’s companions were already gathered. His worries grew, seeing Bellamy tearing into a freshly killed scrap of a tiger, but his attention was pulled away by Whiskers who gestured to the pup in the foliage. As much as Gav loved his mate, even he knew approaching her in this state would get them nowhere… and Whiskers seemed to be concerned… which only increased his own worry as he got to Hay’s side. He dropped the bag, a soft whimper escaping him as he moved to lick at the bite wound on the back of her neck.

He hadn’t heard her cries.

She could have been stolen away… gone. And they would have never known what had become of her. That feeling made him feel sick, his body quivering. But he couldn’t focus on the what ifs. His mate had come to their daughter’s rescue, and although she was brutally mauling the corpse of the feline, the winged man could not blame her for her rage. Right now treating their injuries would be essential, and evaluating Hay. He didn’t doubt that she would be suffering shock from the experience, as well drain from being injured. He wasn’t sure if Dorian had come with him but, for now, the man worked on gently cleaning the injury and blood in a soothing, repetitive motion. With any luck at all the action could help calm Haydée as well.

While Gav focused on cleaning the wound James had already begun pulling out some agrimony and lavender. While willow bark could have been an option, he was sure the man would have wanted to use the safer option for the wound his daughter had. There was also boneset in the bag for later too, should the girl develop a fever from the injury. The marmoset brought the spring of lavender before the pup, peering up at her. "Breathe the scent of this flower in, Haydée. It will help keep you relaxed."

"Speech" 'Thought.'

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