Wings Of a New (Accepting)

[Hajime.]

Lieŕan skidded to a halt, and reached up with a furious snarl, grabbing the sturdiest branch above him. He swung himself up, and ran along the branches. He saw Megan on a crumbling ledge, and he held on to the branch with one arm, and swooped down, grabbing Megan's hand. he heard a terrible rip, and looked down at the mountain lion's bloody claws. Megan had been badly hurt. Lieŕan held her in his arms, and told Ara to hurry up with senses and mind-pictures. He understood, and left the lion alone. It was too strong for him.
Holding Megan in his arms, his face unemotional, he ran back to the cottage, and passed Poppy.

Ara barked to Playful One and told her to follow with his body-bark-language; pointing his ears forward, but keeping his tail low. Hurt, he said, and raced after the partner-of-his-heart-and-soul, who had Feisty One in his long-stick-arms. He occasionally stopped to check that Playful One was following, as any leader should.

[Hajime.]

[Bump]

[wanda.]

"Put me down now!" Meg yelled at Liran, she didn't care if he had saved her life, rumours spread fast in the forest, not many understood animals but Meg and Maya had been born different, Maya was at one with nature and Meg was abnormally smart and could talk any langue, even animal.

[Hajime.]

Lieŕan ignored Megan. He looked around him at the forest. It had always helped him, always welcomed him. He begged it silently to keep them and Ara away from dangers.
He continued on his way to the cottage, keeping Megan in his arms that were soaked with her blood. His silent plea had worked, as the forest provided him with the correct leaves for a healing balm. He picked them and began to chew them. The forest also gave him safe passage, telling him to avoid a deep swamp when swamp trees emerged from the thicket, and telling him to stay away from a wolverine set when he saw droppings that were hairy, twisted, and smelled foul.
At last, Lieŕan saw the light of his home. He hefted Megan - still in his arms - and walked inside his cottage.

Ara wagged his tail encouragingly at Playful One.

[honeybee.]

Poppy
I ran towards Ara.

[wanda.]

Meg held back a low growl, "See, this is why we ran from you, this is the sort of rescuing I DO NOT like, so back off!"

Shay growled and ran using her strong bond with Megan, she pin pointed her location, Willow followed her quietly, where as Maya just grabbed a bow and some arrows and followed them, catching up quickly, Willow was faster then both of them but Shay needed to lead.

[honeybee.]

Poppy-Wolf-Hope
Leader, why is Megan angry at Lieran for saving her? I asked.

[Hajime.]

Ara loped slightly in front of Playful One. It is a tailless thing to do. She does not trust him, and doesn't Know that he helps her. He replied. He padded inside Lieŕan's tree-warm-den, and snuffled around inside one of the open-close-spaces under the small dam that let the wet out. He pulled out a haunch of deer, and offered it to Playful One. It was another test.

Lieŕan bit back a growl, and again didn't reply. He placed Megan gently down on the sofa, and kept his face devoid of emotion - apart from concentration - and spat out the chewed plant onto his palm. He held down Megan's injured leg with a rough hand, placed the plant around the wound. He reached behind him, and rummaged about in the cupboards until he pricked his finger on a needle and tough thread, along with bandages, alcohol, and birch-bark strips. Lieŕan pulled all of them out, and un-screwed the alcohol top.
"So," he asked gently, "where are you from?" And tipped the alcohol on the wound. He cringed in sympathy.

[honeybee.]

Poppy-Wolf-Hope
I looked at the deer hungrily but relaised that the leader should eat first and lowered my eyes to the floor.

[Hajime.]

Ara ate his fill of the deer, then stepped away from the food, his muzzle bloodied. He set to licking himself clean and grooming himself, as he watched his soul-partner do clever things with his long paws and little objects.

Lieŕan teared off a bit of his trouser-leg-fabric; for he had no top on, and dabbed Megan's wound. He didn't expect her to reply. In fact, he expected her to want to murder him after putting the alcohol on. It must have stung like hell. He tried to be as gentle as possible, and reached for the needle and thread. As he was about to put the needle in her flesh, he paused.
"Sorry, by the way," he said, and stuck the sharp metal in her leg. He sowed the wound together expertly, though he was nervous. Lieŕan had always had to do this to himself, and he always ended up making a mistake and making a fresh burst of excruciating pain. But Ara also guided him through his mind, and he made no mistakes with Megan. "Speak to me," he asked gently as he worked, never moving his eyes off the needle.