Rising out of the fog loomed the shape of a behemoth. The creature was massive and shrouded in mist, rising well over her and dwarfing her small frame. Nonetheless his shape was immediately recognized as wolfen. Her eyes wide and her voice a whisper, she addressed him with a single frightened word, "Run!" With that single command given, Warja flew passed him, racing on as if her life depended on it. She didn't stop to make sure he'd follow, didn't even look over her shoulder, instead the young medic continued running on. His life was in his paws; he could do with it what he wanted. ""

The wraith-like woman appeared out of nowhere, and Lyon regarded her with a startled snarl. What? She would command that he run and his limbs twitched, ready to obey. He refused to allow the impulse out of sheer stubbornness. "What in seven hells-" he managed before she darted past. Finally, considering that there might be a reason for her flight, he sighed and took off after her. What was wrong with the women in these lands? He gained on her, his size and stride allowing him speed, and barked out, "What on earth is your issue?!"

She pressed on, long legs propelling her quickly over the earth. In seconds the sounds of pursuit reached her ears and the behemoth she'd nearly run into was running apace with her. He was quick with a question and were it not for the breaths her lungs demanded of her to keep her in motion, Warja would have answered him immediately. Instead her lungs burned as she gulped for air, dragging in long drafts in the hopes of quelling the fire. Beneath her, her paws were a blur. Finally she spared him a statement, "Shut up, you idiot, and run!" ""

Lyon managed to groan, despite the fact that his lungs were becoming needy. He would not roll his eyes, though the temptation was there. In the interest of his own self-preservation he would press on, but should this woman prove to be pulling his leg the consequences would be severe. He was not the sort to be made a fool of, he had proved it time and time again. Of course, such a tiny thing in comparison, she would need to be a fool to engage him. She knew this, surely? "I'll warn you, woman. I am not the sort to be mocked. If you prove false it will come out of your hide," he groused.

The brute groaned dramatically. Geez. He acted like she was asking him to move a mountain with his teeth or something. Seriously? For all he knew there could be a fire-breathing dragon just out of sight and in hot pursuit. Maybe, just maybe, she was saving his miserable hide. The ingrate! She snorted - an action that wasted precious air - and simpered, "Yes, because a complete stranger," Warja paused for air briefly, "Who runs up and tells you to run clearly is pulling your leg instead of," Deeeeep breath in, "Saving your life." ""

"I've seen stranger things!" he defended hotly. Gods, why was it getting so hard to breathe? She sure was a fast little thing. And besides, it was totally logical to question strangers who descend upon you for no gods-damned reason other than to plague your mortal frame. He panted, and cursed himself for letting his lithe frame slip out of shape in the hard winter months. He growled and risked a glance over his shoulder. Big mistake... A root caught him just above the ankle and absolutely refused to leg go. He heard the snap before he felt the pain, and he crashed to the ground. The let out a surprised, pained yelp which trailed off into a snarl. Lyon found himself hoping there was some sort of creature on their tail less he be forced to endure this new agony. Whichever gods he'd pissed off, he sent silent curses their way for not being able to bloody get over it.

His response drew another snort from the young medic. A retort was on the tip of her tongue when an awful cracking sound sealed her lips. She skidded to a halt and spun to face him. Her eyes wide, she stared at the downed brute. Well, great. Wasn't that just great? "Are you alright?" Her eyes flicked beyond him to search the fog for signs of pursuit. Settling on the titan once more, she queried, "Can you stand?" If he wasn't so ridiculously massive she'd offer to let him lean on her, but with their size difference that wasn't about to happen. He'd smash her into the dirt. She hoped he hadn't broken anything. ""

If he had been able to speak, he would have snapped at the small fae, told her to use her eyes! Did he look alright? No! Could he stand? Oh yeah of course, he was just laying in a heap on the ground because it looked comfortable! Still, he shifted and tried to put his weight on his fore, right limb. No good, pain lanced through it like a hot iron. "Broken for sure," he growled, feeling light-headed from the shock. "This is going to be a bitch when the buzz wears off. Fuck your monster, take me somewhere I can lay down," he ordered, as if he had any right. But honestly, it was her fault that he was in this situation to begin with!

Oh, good grief. He growled and whined like a little bitch. Seriously. She had half a mind to tell him not to be such a weenie about it. Eying his forepaw, she had her doubts about the damage done to it, but without examining it further she couldn't tell for sure. Warja sighed, softening a bit. Alright, so she couldn't fault him for hurting. "I know a place we can go. I have a stash of medicines. Surely there's something in it for the pain." She eyed him. Was he going to be a wuss about walking or was he going to just suck it up and do it? Walking on three legs was entirely possible. "This way." The young medic briefly considering telling him to hurry, but doubted that would get her anywhere she wanted to be. ""

The pain was blinding, his skull was flooded with it. When shock and rage mixed his senses dulled, so when the small fae said she knew of a safe space he went, never questioning what they had supposedly been fleeing from. The brute rose slowly to his three remaining paws, gimping along in her wake, occasionally gasping or growling as his injured limb was jostled. He did not know where they were headed or for how long they might be traveling, but time was blurring together into one agonizing stream.