Whirle
Whirle stared at the moon through the canopy of trees. He'd been sitting here for almost two hours. He sighed and his blue gaze traveled from the starry sky to his injured leg. After not moving for awhile, it didn't really hurt. It was a nice feeling, not to have the constant pain there. He knew once he started moving again, it'd come back. With another sigh, he leaned his head against the massive tree trunk he was sitting by.
Chill & Mia
Mia threw the moss away and stood up. "Sit!" She commanded the shapeshifter. "Stay still! I can't believe you aren't dead yet, but your 'bout to be if you don't stay still." She said, her voice strong. "Chill, tell your friend be good." She said, her voice softening considerably.
Chill wasn't sure about Puppy. Ever sense she had turned into a person, she wasn't a puppy anymore. But she looked like one when she crawled around on all fours. But now she was on the ground again. He leaned over and patted the girl's head. "Be a good puppy." He said, though his mouth was still full of herbs, so it sounded funky. He spat the herbs out and handed them to his mom. "Here. They taste gross." He informed, then looked back at Puppy.
Mia took the chewed up plants and carefully started putting them on the wounds, hoping the girl would stay still this time.
Deft
Deft stared at Larka for a moment, then glanced at the empty can. "Your probably hungry again. I forgot to bring you something." He frowned. "Maybe I can find something in the itu's kitchen?" He suggested, tilting his head. He had been trying to put the events of earlier out of his head- at least, the bad ones. The good ones were still fresh in his mind- when they'd made the net, organized how to catch elk, but every time his thoughts got to the part where the one had stabbed Larka, he tried to think of something else. Maybe if he thought about it, he could find something he'd done wrong. But he was pretty sure it wasn't either of their fault.
Deft stoked Larka's muzzle still, waiting for an answer.