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It's the scream of an injured animal that rouses Cambria from her nap. She had assisted in clearing away a space for the trio to use as a base camp and, with the heat of the day above them, she had curled up on the cool earth beneath the roots of a mangrove. Verdant eyes blinking away sleep, she hears Idris calling for her a moment later. The combination of sounds didn't bode well.

Rising from her place, Bria padded towards the big brute, stilling for a moment when her gaze fell upon the fossa writhing in pain. It made Cambria feel ill and her stomach clenched hard, threatening to give up its hold on her lunch. "What-" her voice cracked, her mouth running dry. "Y-you called for me?" From her vantage, she could see that the fossa's legs were sticking out at odd angles. Great.

"Cambria"