Bits of conversation.
“.. careful of her head!”
“..no we'll have to treat him this way. I don't think he has the strength to change back..”
A flash of tent canvas. The smell of leaves. Pain. So much pain. And screaming. Was it mine? It wasn't all mine. Somewhere a wolf howls.
“Watch the arrowhead! It's barbed! It could be one of the poisoned ones-”
“..watch her carefully... lost a lot of blood...”
“Should we separate them?”
“No, they do better together. The Gods know why, but it seems they're calmer too...”
Cold, then hot, then cold again. More pain. A soft whine. Ward! I try to reach him.
“Catch her! She's going to hit the floor!”
Fur at my back. Daylight. I roll over and snuggle into it. There's another whine and I reach a hand out, trying to find Ward's face.
“Don't know how
