In Time of Need [Tagged]

[Calypso]

Onyx;

It was no secret that the orange she-wolf was officially exhausted. All of that work that she and the other two wolves had done was for nothing. The pig, despite all of their efforts, had managed to beat them down and get away with it. One of the wolves, the dark she-wolf, had disappeared as far as Onyx could tell. She only remembered seeing her on the ground, majorly injured, and then she was gone without a word. That had left the cheetah-pelted wolf with the remaining injured wolf, a blonde male. Despite not being required to do so, she had motioned for the injured male to follow her away from the meadow, just in case the wretched pig came back.

Occasionally helping him when needed, they arrived at the Amoux Creek, one of the closest places with water that she could think of. She wasn't exactly a healer, nor was she an expert with handling wounds. But at least they could get themselves cleaned off and hopefully clean up his wounds with the water.

Once they had arrived, Onyx had glanced over to make sure that the male, who she still didn't know the name of, was okay before she went to take a drink. She had to admit that her shoulder she had landed on when the pig tossed her was still sore, but she hadn't suffered the same bleeding wounds that the male had. She made her drink quick before she turned to face him. She wasn't quite sure how she would work this out, considering her limited vocabulary, but she would have to try. Perhaps motions rather than words? That was her best bet for now.

Though, maybe it was best to wait for him before she tried anything.

(This is right after the hunting thread, so it is technically Spring right now)
Blood and Aquaria

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[Blood]

Gale;

The rush of adrenaline slowly wore off and the unbelievable amounts of pain gradually brought Gale to the ground in a crumpled heap of blonde fur and wheezing grunts. The overwhelming pain almost knocked him out cold, but he gasped and focused on sucking air into his lungs and blowing it out in a shaky but steady rhythm. Breathing was a lot harder than he thought, but it was the only distraction he could come up with to keep his mind off of the burning in his side and his consciousness from slipping from under him.

He was so sure that they had the hunt in the bag, but one mistake and the whole meal went sour. The disappointment of loosing the hunt was almost more painful than the wound he was struggling though. Well, it was something to grow from, and definitely something to learn how to prevent from happening next time. Wait, Gale suddenly recalled having thought those very same thoughts before. How was it that he received the scar under the very same leg that he was now bleeding profusely from. It was a hunt many years before, with almost the same exact situation of an underestimated prey and a vital wound causing the hunt to fail. He groaned, not so much as in pain, but in frustration as the whole situation dawned on him and he struggled to crawl back on his paws, causing a flare of pain to stab through his chest in a paralyzing grip. A sharp growl shivered over his tongue and his jaw clenched so hard one might think he was trying to break his own teeth.

The orange and black speckled she-wolf who had helped in the hunt was by his side and steadying him as he almost tipped over without realizing that he was not walking parallel with the ground. He leaned on the helpful female and watched the ground as it slowly passed beneath him, but when it started to dip and swirl and swish around like he was walking on water and making him trip all over his dark teal streaked paws, he decided that that wasn’t a good idea and focused his gaze straight ahead. Pushing away from the orange body stabilizing him, Gale stumbled along without support until the leading female stopped him near a river. The thick haze of confusion hindered Gale from knowing where and what river they were next to, but it didn’t really bother him that he didn’t know. He saw something like an orange wolf drinking water, and that seemed to be a good idea, so throwing his remaining energy into his step, Gale flopped down, half of his body in the river and the other half out. The freezing spring water was soothing to the burning pain and somehow the wounded male managed to gulp down several swallows before his head rolled back and he looked up with hazy eyes and mumbled to the she-wolf who he assumed was still there -judging by the orange figure that stood over him- something that sounded like a thank you before falling under the rest that unconsciousness had given him.
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A numbing throb slowly aroused the wounded male as he groaned and rolled over. Pain reminded him of why he was soaked and laying sprawled out on the grassy bank of the Amoux Creek. Short bursts of memory replayed his exciting life experiences in the last couple of hours and Gale lifted his head -with a slight flare of pain- to examine his wounded side. A sizable gash marked his flesh just under his left fore leg and directly next to his first scar that he had recieved some years before, but the wound had stopped bleeding and was cleaned of most of the blood stains that he had remembered covered half of his side. A few clumped patches of fur still had the dark red fluid embedded into them, but that could easily be combed out with his fangs. Gale remembered the cheetah patterned female that had helped him along and he swung his head around until he spotted her.


((Spotted. Ha. See what I did there?))

[Calypso]

Onyx;

After they had arrived, she had watched the blonde male to make sure that he was alright. He had taken a final step up to the river and let himself collapse into the water. She was going to jump forward and catch him, but she saw he had done it purposefully and stayed back. She kept an eye on him, literally, even though she had to dramatically turn her head to the left in order to do so, as he drank from the stream. She then saw him turn his head, slightly lifting it. He seemed to try and look at her and mumbled a few words before his head rolled back to where it was. She hadn't really paid attention to what he had said, nor had she really heard it, but she did get a pinch of worry in her mind when he stopped moving. She realized with relief that he had passed out, which was understandable. They both needed rest.

But, as tempting as it was, she couldn't. It wasn't that she tried and found that she couldn't sleep. It was more like an instinct that she stay awake. She couldn't at all deny that she was tired. Being thrown, thrashed, almost trampled, as well as throwing all her weight at a giant pig; it had taken a lot out of her. But this male was more injured than she was. He had been bleeding and had trouble standing on his own; he would be a target for any creature drawn to Blood.(< puttin' Gale in danger, shame on you Blood haha)
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She had remained awake throughout the male's time of rest. Luckily, no creatures seeking a meal had found them, so it had been pretty safe staying where they were. She had laid not too far from him, her paws in the water and her eyes - eye, more like - scanning every direction. She then heard movement and her head turned quickly to the left, looking around her to find that the male was beginning to wake up. She didn't move as he lifted his head to examine his wounds. She then saw his head lift and turn until he was looking back at her. He hadn't said anything, but he didn't have to. "Hello." It was a brief greeting, but it served its purpose. If he had something more to say, he could say it, even though she may not understand all of it. But oh well. She would just have to piece together whatever he said, if anything.

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[Aquaria]

A faded navy colored male makes his way along the side of the Amoux Creek. Gadriel was hoping to catch something to eat while following the body of water. The fields he typically hunted were so bare as of late, probably due to him over hunting it. So what better place to hunt than the main source of water in this particular area. All manner of animals came here to quench their thirst so he was bound to find something. Even something small would do just to silence the growling his stomach was doing. Gad is careful where he steps, being sure to stay quiet as he slowly moves along.

It doesn't take long before he picks up on the scent of something....different. The distinct iron smell in the air gave away that something or someone was bleeding. Now whether it was a fresh kill or someone injured, Gadriel couldn't tell. He just knew that whatever it was, he needed to find the source. His pace quickens to a trot as all thoughts of being quiet are pushed aside. Then he takes off into a full run as the scent gets stronger. He pushes through a bush to find himself in a clearing by the creek. There beside it is an orange spotted wolf who had been enjoying a drink and a blondish wolf who was partially laying in the water. Gadriel stopped and looked them over real quick. The blondish one was quite clearly injured, explaining the smell of blood in the air.

With quick movements, Gadriel lessens the space between them standing only a few yards from the pair. It was obvious something bad had happened to these two but he couldn't figure out what. There was no signs of a fight or struggle here. "What happened? Are you two alright?" He says worriedly, trying to keep a stance that wouldn't upset them.

[Blood]

Gale;

Hello. She said.

Gale noted that she was laying near the water, very relaxed and casual. Her simple greeting was enough to make him comfortable around her, and even her tone had made it sound like they had been friends for years and he had just woken up from a nap. But alas, he had been mauled by a boar during a hunt and graciously helped by this she-wolf stranger. He stared back at her with glossy eyes as the pain was starting to hit. ”Hello.” He winced at how rough his voice sounded, and cleared his throat before saying anything else. He coughed up a little blood, and squeezed his eyes when that whole process just caused a tremendous amount of pain. He would be surprised if only one of his ribs were broken. With the amount of pain he was feeling, he was positive his whole rib cage had been stomped on. He hesitated to take in a full breath, but only a short flare of pain was all, and he managed a sigh.

Glancing over at the she-wolf who was still in her same spot, watching him intently, Gale nodded at her with appreciation and a lite bit of awkwardness. ”Ah thanks for helping me out. Sorry I was the cause of loosing the hunt. Hope you weren’t dependent on that meal.” He mumbled the last sentence so that she would hopefully not hear it, but if she did, he would let her reply how she wanted to. He did notice her form, and it didn’t seem thin or unkept, so he assumed she wasn’t in dire need of food. But before she had time to reply, another wolf made their entrance, coming up to them and standing a few paces away. The male was a dark blue and had bright golden eyes that were wide with concern. At the stranger’s presence, Gale’s hackles had risen with uncertainty of danger, but when the male showed no sign of a threat, but instead asked if they were alright, he relaxed the tension and proceeded to explain the situation. ”Oh, I’m fine really, just a small wound from a failed hunt.”

Gale stayed low on the details. One, he didn’t like to admit that he had failed to take down a boar. Two, he already had one wolf sitting around to look after him, and another wolf taking care of him would just be embarrassing. He made eye contact with the male and flashed a smile that would hopefully make his statement convincing enough.

Calypso
Aquaria