The Unraveling - Going Deeper

As titillating as his playful nip was, the chiming sounds drew her in with excitement. She scoffed over her shoulder for his teased warning.

"Me? Trouble? Ne-" The rumbling and earth-shaking cut off her remark. Instinct drove her to grab for Scald and lurch backward but she stepped on her phantom limb and fell hard into the crumbling ice around them. The world turned upside down and when the rubble, snow and debris cleared the air all she could do was look up where the exit lay, out of reach. She scrambled back to her feet, Scald stoof protectively between her and the creature. Her gaze scanned the crowd as the scent of blood hit her nose. She was a healer. She had to help. Thanking whatever gods there was that had thrown an old discarded healer's satchel nearby with the remnants of deeply frozen herbs and supplies.

She leaned into his nose press, her eyes on the strange creature, her fear tampered as the emergency grew critical.
"You'll have to tell them yourself. You can't tell me to run when someone is hurt, ya big dummy." He whispered and planted a kiss on his lips before looking around for the injured.

"Who is hurt?" She called out, "Everyone injured come back here, away from it! I'm a healer!" Her voice rose above the throng. She tried to ignore the braver wolves who decided to take up arms against it.

The corner of her eye caught Scald's movement and her breath caught in her throat, a gasp as she watched him launch himself at the creature.

"NO!" She couldn't help but scream, half lunging after him to pull him back, but she was too late. He was out of reach and too close to that thing. The movement of the others closer to her brought her attention back to the injured. She had to pull herself away; she had a job to do.