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"Kiira?" The wildcat soon found himself beneath the tree alongside Wormwood and Feza. His eyes, wide and concerned, locked onto the small fox. 'Is she... Not supposed to be up in the tree?' Certainly not, the prince decides instantaneously, his thick tail swaying nervously behind him. He knew of no tree-climbing foxes. Torren grit his teeth, tracing the length of the branch, attempting to measure the stability of his friend's unintentional perch.
If not for the way her body seemed to lose corporeality, he might try carrying her down himself. He may need to shift into something larger to do so, but he felt the willingness, just as Feza did. If she fell on her own, she may injure herself. And she's not taking care of herself, is she? Torren thought she seemed thinner than she should, especially after nearly a moon back in safety.
"Arctic foxes don't climb trees," he murmured softly, blinking at Feza before making his decision. "Hold on, I'm going up there. I don't think I can carry her, but she needs to wake up at least. She got herself up there, she might be able to get herself down." Her body's adaptations failed to include trees, unfortunately, in this circumstance but if they could guide her through an attempt to glitch on purpose... Hopefully that's possible. Quickly, the youth launched himself onto the tree's trunk, digging his claws in for stable purchase.
He climbed up until he reached an appropriate height, though he stayed firmly hooked to the trunk, worried their combined weight might cause her branch to crack. "Kiira?" He repeated her name gently, hoping his voice might rouse her now he was practically beside her. "Kiira, you need to wake up."
If not for the way her body seemed to lose corporeality, he might try carrying her down himself. He may need to shift into something larger to do so, but he felt the willingness, just as Feza did. If she fell on her own, she may injure herself. And she's not taking care of herself, is she? Torren thought she seemed thinner than she should, especially after nearly a moon back in safety.
"Arctic foxes don't climb trees," he murmured softly, blinking at Feza before making his decision. "Hold on, I'm going up there. I don't think I can carry her, but she needs to wake up at least. She got herself up there, she might be able to get herself down." Her body's adaptations failed to include trees, unfortunately, in this circumstance but if they could guide her through an attempt to glitch on purpose... Hopefully that's possible. Quickly, the youth launched himself onto the tree's trunk, digging his claws in for stable purchase.
He climbed up until he reached an appropriate height, though he stayed firmly hooked to the trunk, worried their combined weight might cause her branch to crack. "Kiira?" He repeated her name gently, hoping his voice might rouse her now he was practically beside her. "Kiira, you need to wake up."
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