Kitchi jumped as her companion fell to the ground once more, grasping at the still leaking wound. The kill was discarded, its head lolling away from the stick on which it was still tied.
"Red really is my color, isnt it?" If it wasn't for the pained look that accompanied the joke Kitchi might have laughed but instead she focused on the concern bubbling through her. Her blue eyes turned towards the sky, searching for any hint of large feathered limbs that indicted the riders. To her annoyance no such movement in the paling blue sky could be seen however she knew the birds were fast fliers and being unable to see the comforting flurry of feathers one moment might not indicate the absence of them the next. Mentally she preyed they would not be long.
“Is they something else I can do?” She dropped into a crouch besides Kovac, ignoring the cold starting to seep into the hand she used to steady herself. The snow was powdered She considered the need to redress the wound and regretted failing to grab the tattered remains of his skirt. Her eyes glanced towards the series of plants and she wondered if they would be a suitable replacement. Long leaves seemed suitable if she could wrap them tight enough. And she wondered if grass remained under the snow which might be woven into a rope of some sort. The ideas of potential poisons seeping into the wound kept her quiet on the matter, she certainly did not trust her ability at guessing the none harmful plants. “The riders should be here soon and get you some medical attention, someone who actually has a clue” Kitchi laughed uneasily running her free hand through her hair. “The strain of carrying the deer has probably aggravated the injury” She continued, attempting to sound confident although she was certain the pain had informed him before she could.
"Red really is my color, isnt it?" If it wasn't for the pained look that accompanied the joke Kitchi might have laughed but instead she focused on the concern bubbling through her. Her blue eyes turned towards the sky, searching for any hint of large feathered limbs that indicted the riders. To her annoyance no such movement in the paling blue sky could be seen however she knew the birds were fast fliers and being unable to see the comforting flurry of feathers one moment might not indicate the absence of them the next. Mentally she preyed they would not be long.
“Is they something else I can do?” She dropped into a crouch besides Kovac, ignoring the cold starting to seep into the hand she used to steady herself. The snow was powdered She considered the need to redress the wound and regretted failing to grab the tattered remains of his skirt. Her eyes glanced towards the series of plants and she wondered if they would be a suitable replacement. Long leaves seemed suitable if she could wrap them tight enough. And she wondered if grass remained under the snow which might be woven into a rope of some sort. The ideas of potential poisons seeping into the wound kept her quiet on the matter, she certainly did not trust her ability at guessing the none harmful plants. “The riders should be here soon and get you some medical attention, someone who actually has a clue” Kitchi laughed uneasily running her free hand through her hair. “The strain of carrying the deer has probably aggravated the injury” She continued, attempting to sound confident although she was certain the pain had informed him before she could.
