10-07-2019, 03:38 PM
It was rather lucky for little Rhea that Wormwood had been moving along the border at that particular moment when she went splashing down into the thick mud of the swamp, surprising him and jerking him from his thoughts when he heard her and smelled her at the same time. He had just been moving along the border in a sort of zoned out state, and he blinked in surprise at the small kit for a moment before his one good eye widened in both fear and worry. He quickly moved over to the small child, gently resting one of his wings on top of her and rumbling softly as he gently nudged at her, "Little one? Little one, are you alright? Oh, please wake up... I'll bring you to camp so that you can have some food and water and wash off this mud... please be alive." He pressed his head in close and was relieved when he heard her heartbeat steadily going on, even if she was exhausted. He nudged her a few more times, just trying to wake her up so that she could climb up onto his back and he could bring her to where she could have help.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan