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Sleepless nights led to restless mornings. Curled up besides her window, tucked in a book, the petite vixen attempted to stave off her wariness. Suddenly, for a moment a bright light caught multi-colored hues. Deprived of rest, the medic could only blink in mild confusion for a moment. Had something just shot across the sky?
Just for a second, the world sat still.
Then her ears flattened against the side of her head. The world shook.
But all she could wonder was; did that hit the Typhoon?
Cold panic began to seep into her bones. Outside voices were calling over the noise; go to the town square. Town square. It was safe there. Tribemates were hurt. She needed to go. She needed to move. Tend to the injured. Yet for a moment, the medic's paws could not move. Frozen solid. Did a meteorite hit the Typhoon?
Her eyes burned. The question on steady repeat. The ticking of a frantic clock. Her family lived there. Were they okay? Surely... Surely it missed? It just went in that direction?
Don't have a family. Yes, yes I do. I have a family. Stars, please. Please.
Her cheeks were growing damp as she bolted to her medic's satchel, stacked with first aid supplies as always. "Fiachra!" Where was he? "Fiachra!" A sudden caw behind her caused her to jump. "Town square -- go." In a flutter of feathers, the raven took off through the window she always left open for him.
Kiira took off more slowly. Too slowly. Numbed by the panic. The thought. The worry. Her father... She heard the roof crack. Old foundations beginning to crumble. Realizing it may all collapse any moment, she scrambled for the door, only to glitch outside in the nick of time. The front of her home... A house she'd called hers for two years now.
She took a breath, shaky. Let the voices reach her ears again. The town square. She shouldered her satchel and ran. Arriving with a heaving chest and disappearing tail, Kiira padded up to Isaac without hesitation. Two medics was better than one. Especially since she didn't see Selby or Moth. Hopefully they were okay.
"I-I've got her, Aurum," the arctic fox piped up, opening up her satchel. Everything became more still within her when she worked, pulling out vials of marigold poultice and bandages. She couldn't afford to be panicked here because people needed her.
They're okay... They have to be. And she had a job to do.
[/td][/tr][/table]Just for a second, the world sat still.
Then her ears flattened against the side of her head. The world shook.
But all she could wonder was; did that hit the Typhoon?
Cold panic began to seep into her bones. Outside voices were calling over the noise; go to the town square. Town square. It was safe there. Tribemates were hurt. She needed to go. She needed to move. Tend to the injured. Yet for a moment, the medic's paws could not move. Frozen solid. Did a meteorite hit the Typhoon?
Her eyes burned. The question on steady repeat. The ticking of a frantic clock. Her family lived there. Were they okay? Surely... Surely it missed? It just went in that direction?
Don't have a family. Yes, yes I do. I have a family. Stars, please. Please.
Her cheeks were growing damp as she bolted to her medic's satchel, stacked with first aid supplies as always. "Fiachra!" Where was he? "Fiachra!" A sudden caw behind her caused her to jump. "Town square -- go." In a flutter of feathers, the raven took off through the window she always left open for him.
Kiira took off more slowly. Too slowly. Numbed by the panic. The thought. The worry. Her father... She heard the roof crack. Old foundations beginning to crumble. Realizing it may all collapse any moment, she scrambled for the door, only to glitch outside in the nick of time. The front of her home... A house she'd called hers for two years now.
She took a breath, shaky. Let the voices reach her ears again. The town square. She shouldered her satchel and ran. Arriving with a heaving chest and disappearing tail, Kiira padded up to Isaac without hesitation. Two medics was better than one. Especially since she didn't see Selby or Moth. Hopefully they were okay.
"I-I've got her, Aurum," the arctic fox piped up, opening up her satchel. Everything became more still within her when she worked, pulling out vials of marigold poultice and bandages. She couldn't afford to be panicked here because people needed her.
They're okay... They have to be. And she had a job to do.
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