07-18-2018, 06:51 PM
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Washington wasn't sure what he should have expected. The Freelancer just now starting to realize that things int he wild were going to go through a rough time when it came to survival. So seeing an injured animal isn't something that should be considered all that strange either. It was the way of life. Some died and then others survived. At least, thats what he hoped was the correct words to use. The former human didn't know a lot about the animal world and was still trying to figure out how to get out of it. He knew that he didn't belong in a place like this. He was basically an outcast, or he was making himself into one just so that he wouldn't be responsible for anything that happened to this place. He could see why if someone wanted to escape their life and ended up here why they would want to stay in such a place. Washington had no intention of staying here, and the same went with his comrades. Washington turned his helmet covered head toward Suiteheart as he listened to her instruction. He was going to have to carry this thing? That seemed more complicated just thinking about how he was going to do such. If he was a human he could just use his hands but he had his paws. Paws that were strong enough to break a humans neck if he wanted them to. The armored smilodon watched as the ferret was forced onto their feet. A sigh escaped the smilodon's jaws as he lowered his head, and aim to roll the ferret onto the back of his neck. Of course, he didn't know what a pine martin was and wasn't going to call her anything different unless he was corrected. If he managed to get Lessa's body between his helmet and where his chest plate would begin, Washington would then aim to take her back to the base. "speech"
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