The sixth hour

Oleander slowly made his way to the borders of his home. His back was laden heavily with the poor woman. She had screamed and seemed to black out when he shifted her up there, her injuries were so great. He hoped she hadn't died.

He howled low into the ground for Basilisk as he approached the trees, unable to lift his head much higher without risking her slipping off. He didn't wait at the border since we was Armada and the girl was blacked out, no point to wait. Bas could yell at him about it if he felt the need. He needed to get this girl to the medicine den quickly and tend the large wound on her back. Maybe Wylan could help him.



"Speech"