Hell's Coming With Me

Senua sat there, pumpkin hued eyes fixed on the curling rib bone that she'd used to splint her shattered foreleg. Where had it even come from? Who did it belong to? Well, they couldn't have it back. It was hers now. Property of Senua. If the owner came for it, she'd fight them for that right. The little woman's expression shifted as she went through a made up battle in her mind, her face pinching and brows furrowing as though she'd eaten a whole slew of lemons. And then she blinked, turning her head as Ursus' deep voice called out for her. Oh, he was just in time!

Turning, the little woman waved at him, her broken arm flopping at odd angles. A moment later she was being hefted from the ground, his big jaws making short work of her feathery frame. Senua squirmed for a moment, then settled, accepting her fate. She didn't like it though. When they stopped, she kicked the big boys shin, though he most likely wouldn't feel it.

The look of concern on the big lugs face kept Senua from putting a curse on him. She sighed and held out her broken, albeit splinted leg. "Nothing to do but set, splint and wrap," she told him in bird-like tones. "No bone pokes through. Nothing to do!"