Zanril made an exasperated sigh and promptly scooped the blind girl up in his arms. W-What are you doing!? Put me down, we have to stop Fela! Her open hands pounded against his chest and her legs kicked in protest. That's exactly what we're doing, girl. Zanril stooped, picked up her deerskin bag, slumped it over his shoulder and jogged toward Fela's location with a confused girl in his arms. Fela had put everything she had into moving, and for a while there was no sign of her. He could tell the girl was uncomfortable. He looked down at her for a moment. Cute. Finally, Zanril caught sight of her near a small cabin. He sprinted to the fallen cat, gently set down the girl and ran over to Fela. She was unconscious and her bandages were blood-stained. Your cabin? Zanril asked the blind girl. He didn't dare tell her Fela's current condition. Well, I suppose. Do you see her? Is Fela all right? Uh, just... stay there a bit. Zanril took off his packs and dropped them on the snowy ground. He checked her chest. She was breathing regularly. He opened the cabin door, still breathing hard from the jog. He squatted and slid both his hands under the jaguar, careful to avoid her injury. After his hands were positioned fully under Fela's body, he moved closely to her and heaved with his arms, legs and back. She was quite heavy, and Zanril was just barely able to lift her, his legs bent, slowly taking a step at a time. He gave the cabin door a kick, and it flew open. He placed her limp body on a fur throw near a fireplace. Zanril then dashed out the door and took the girl's hand. She looked terrified. It's me, Zanril said. Come with me and help Fela. He walked her over to the fallen cat and put her hand on Fela. She gasped with relief as she began feeling Fela for injury. Her wound's pretty bad. I'll help you redress it. Zanril unwound the bandages, removed the square medical pads, dabbed off the puddle of blood from Fela's leg, and applied a bit more salve. He then replaced the pads and wound fresh bandages around Fela's leg. After he was finished, he let out a sigh of relief. That stubborn cat almost got herself killed! He did feel bad for her, though. She must have been deeply disappointed in herself. He would make it a point to visit them sometime. After saying goodbye to the girl, who was still quite shaken, he picked up his packs and was off. The girl told Zanril that Fela was okay, but would need some rest. He was off to find something important, though. A loose end that needed attention. He hoped the girls would be safe on their own. |