1x1 Alpha*

[Erebaras]

Kris did not land gracefully in the snow, but he rolled and got up quickly. He had some luck today for the gun had not gone off yet. "Ya." he answered the detective. He aimed the gun at the bear, his hands shaking. He had amazing aim, but he had never killed anything. Taking in a deep breath, he pulled the trigger.

Winter walked up to the knife. "Where in God's name were you aiming?" she asked, glancing at him. "Because I doubt it was here." She yanked the knife out and walked back over to him.

[Alpha*]

"The....tree..." Words are caught, he cant breathe. Morag's head is spinning and he reaches out, swaying before collapsing in the snow, unconcious.

James is standing on one foot firing, "Aim!" its a snarl; his hands are shaking so bad he has to pause and take a deep breath before continueing. The detective is afraid that the bear will catch them when it charges but it doesnt. When the clips are empty, the beast is dead. He slides down into the snow, knowing he wont walk out of there.

[Erebaras]

Winter dropped the knife and caught him right before he hit the ground. She checked his vitals before attempting to pick him up. That idea was quickly tossed out the window. She knelt next to him, trying to decide what to do.

Kris put the safety back on and put the gun away with shaky hands. He walked over to James and knelt down. "You.. You okay?" he asked

[Alpha*]

James is busy, tieing a tournequete three inches above his knee with his belt, holding the pressure with the end in his teeth. e strips off his backpack, looking for the first-aid kit, his hands shake, and he's pale. "Help me." he says around the belt in a growl.

Morag coughs weakly and mumbles something about letting her down before sinking deeper.

[Erebaras]

Kris quickly searched for the first aid kit. It didn't take long before he pulled it out triumphantly. He opened it and looked at the wound. What was he about to do? Winter was the medic between them.

Winter sighed and gently pulled him back into the tent. She was careful to not hurt him, but that didn't stop her from checking. Once convinced she could do nothing else, she slipped back out and grabbed her knife from the snow. She started throwing the knife at the tree in a methodical manner.

[Alpha*]

Morag, after a while comes too, coughing. "Winter?" he raggedly calls for the girl, weakly.

The detective says directions as he does them. Bound as well as possible, he holds the belt - tightly wrapped around his hand. "Kris...I want you to take..the keys to the car and drive for help. Go to Ahbendahle, tell him..what happened.Ok? "

[Erebaras]

Winter hadn't stopped her methodical knife throwing routine. Her mind was so absorb in it and her thoughts that she barely heard him. She didn't stop doing what she was.

Kris followed his directions quickly. "I don't want to leave you here." he said, watching him. "Can you make it back to the car?"

[Alpha*]

"Winter?" is called out again followed by a horrible cough. Morag doesn't move, he's too achey. Was she ok? "Winter?" alittle stronger.

"You have too. " James lays his head back against the tree, eyes closed a moment. "Those sutures wont hold Kris, not my weight, even with help." is all he says for a long moment. "I'm not that good of a hand-sewer on myself. You have to go and get back before that storm hits and before the sun starts going down." still holding the tournquete with one hand he fishes his keys out of his pocket. "I've got one clip left." he assures holding the object out.

[Erebaras]

The knife hit the tree in the same spot for the millionth time as she heard her name and coughing. She grabbed the knife and made it to the tent right after he said her name again. "You're okay." she said, relieved. She smiled softly.

Kris shook his head. "Take care, man." he said, taking the keys. "I'll be back before you can blink." With that he took off for the car as fast as he could.

[Alpha*]

"Blink." whispers James humorlessly. He watches the other gone and then groans, a sound he'd held in because he didnt want the other to worry as much. A very high pain tolerance but this streaches even his limit.

Morag slowly nods, "Think so." he says and then coughs again. He winces, "Lets not go back out.."