Hell's Coming With Me

The way Senua had waved her broken limb about without care had been concerning. Could she not feel the bones shifting? How was that not painful? Was it the shock and adrenaline? Surely, that must be it. Staring down at her as she tittered, he closed his eyes and released a frustrated sigh.

“Locke may need to assist in that,” he rumbles, lifting a paw to show Senua his bear paws that she clearly knew he had. There was no way he’d be able to set and wrap her tiny leg without snapping her bones further. Thankfully, at the mention of his name, the piebald raccoon, fondly known as Locke, skittered out from the shadows and approached Senua with a mouse skull in paw, offering it out to her with that creep smile of his.

“How about I go retrieve a squirrel for you to eat and Locke can help you set and wrap? I’m sure there’s enough material in my satchel,” Ursus lifts a brow, moving to sit so that Locke could make quick work of unbuckling the satchel from around his rib cage and bringing it over to Senua.