WE'RE ANGELS BUT WE'RE STUCK IN HELL.

The man sighed with relief as the log rolled down the hill. His relief was short lived when he saw what was the horrid gnarled stump of his paw. He gulped, that would not heal right. Jut as the man moved Magnus knew what was coming, he braced himself for the bite that would not hurt but certainly would in the future when the numbing herbs wore off. He brought his jaws around his pastern and bit. Severing the limb. He winced and looked away, it brought a smile to his lips though when he thought of what his wife would say. The man hurried to bind the wound with what Magnus recognised as Sage and Dock. The wound was concealed in a very short time, the boy worked nimbly with skill that was rather surprising for such a young man. We'll need to shelter under that shrub for now Magnus nodded, "Yes, thank you mister, I owe you my life. May I use you for support, I doubt I will be able to walk properly." he glanced to the boy, to see if he would let him.


"Jibber Jabber"