KieranSoares
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Kell gave his wife a nod, and glanced to Qira who'd now sat up. "I've got this handled. We'll switch out after dawn." The Panther only nodded in response, rising to start his morning routine.
Kell went off ahead of Kate and sent runners. By the time Kate arrived, Schaller was gliding in to touch down. His left side was raked by claws, the wound shallow and unthreatening. However, he had sustained a deep bite to his left forearm. The wound had long since shut but would need tending. Instead of hitting the ground running, he slowed into a hover and gently landed on his back legs to avoid using his hands. In his claws, he cradled something preciously, as if it were fragile.
Those ready to meet Schaller were a number of medical staff, members of the Rider corps, and some of Kell's agents. When Schaller opened his hands, the medical staff rushed forward with a stretcher. Schaller lowered a thin, pale man with reddish hair onto the stretcher, wrapped in a heavy wool blanket. Cahal Dunland was alive and stable, but unconscious. And while he was fragile, a cursory glance proved Schaller had kept him safe and warm in flight.
"He's in a similar condition to Abel when we first brought him home," Schaller explained to the medics. "But he has awoken and been lucid from time to time."
Despite his calm report, anyone could see Schaller was agitated. His hackles were slightly raised and he looked uncomfortable. The way he glanced toward the castle told them he knew something was very wrong. Once Cahal was in the hands of the doctors, Schaller took a few steps toward the castle.
"What's happening?" He asked, though he didn't address anyone directly. "Fiona... Something's different."
Kell went off ahead of Kate and sent runners. By the time Kate arrived, Schaller was gliding in to touch down. His left side was raked by claws, the wound shallow and unthreatening. However, he had sustained a deep bite to his left forearm. The wound had long since shut but would need tending. Instead of hitting the ground running, he slowed into a hover and gently landed on his back legs to avoid using his hands. In his claws, he cradled something preciously, as if it were fragile.
Those ready to meet Schaller were a number of medical staff, members of the Rider corps, and some of Kell's agents. When Schaller opened his hands, the medical staff rushed forward with a stretcher. Schaller lowered a thin, pale man with reddish hair onto the stretcher, wrapped in a heavy wool blanket. Cahal Dunland was alive and stable, but unconscious. And while he was fragile, a cursory glance proved Schaller had kept him safe and warm in flight.
"He's in a similar condition to Abel when we first brought him home," Schaller explained to the medics. "But he has awoken and been lucid from time to time."
Despite his calm report, anyone could see Schaller was agitated. His hackles were slightly raised and he looked uncomfortable. The way he glanced toward the castle told them he knew something was very wrong. Once Cahal was in the hands of the doctors, Schaller took a few steps toward the castle.
"What's happening?" He asked, though he didn't address anyone directly. "Fiona... Something's different."