Lillie
There was a quiver within Feyre's soul as she held her breath and closed her eyes. Accepting what she thought were her last moments alive. And within those final moments, she wondered to herself if someone out there in this wide, wide world would hear her plea, or know of her small existence- like the many small stars in the sky. To her, she simply saw this as the way of life. Those smaller and weaker have no purpose for existing with such significant, magical beings... 
 And as she awaited for her flesh to be devoured. For her bones to be crushed and grinded under the fangs of the marroweater; Feyre's heart stopped. *But for a different reason.* The sound of an ear-splitting roar broke her empty thoughts, causing her watery eyes to fly open just in time to see a massive flash of white collide with the monster in front of her. 

Feyre felt the slight relief of its presence off her but- '*Alyus?*' That same weary pit in her stomach sunk in further once she realized the King had found her. *But why was he helping her?* He had seemingly ended these creatures like he had done it time and time again before. Like he *Knew* This would happen. Too stricken to move; Feyre watched it all play out while she weakly hugged the oak tree behind her. He was truly a terrifying sight to behold. Thrashing about the wolves like they were nothing. Shedding blood without any care or hesitation.. A beast in its primal form. And when Alyus had cracked the female's neck, the human looked away with a muffled whimper stuck in her throat. She hated watching, truth be told. The thought of death was just too much to bear face to face. 
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However, as Feyre was clinging onto the tree behind her; eyes clenched tight- She had missed the sight of the last wolf as it climbed aback the King and landed its fangs deep within his back. The painful sound of Alyus' roar reverberated through the ground, roots and almost felt like it shook the very trees around them. Feyre's heart raced tremendously at the noise, whipping her head around to see the bear King thrash around with the beast before finally putting an end to him with one foul swoop of his mighty paw. And suddenly... Silence was present again.

The human trembled at the sight of it all, but once her eyes locked on with Alyus, she felt the air leave her lungs.

"A-Alyus..?" She whispered weakly. Her eyes panicking as they met the large gash on the bear's shoulders. Fear was still *Very* Present in the girls eyes as the King loomed closer to her. Perhaps it was the fact that he was oozing blood from his mouth and paws, but nonetheless, Feyre kept backing up. Until Alyus had fallen down at her feet however, did she realize he was no threat... And he had saved her. Panting, the pure blood's face slowly twisted through every anxious and sad emotion until she slowly inched forward and buckled at the knees into the snow before him. 

"W-Why did you... Can you move? King Alyus-" 

Feyre's pants of anxiousness quickened as she stared wide eyed at the opened wound, her focus pivoting back and forth between his face and shoulder. She was too afraid to reach out and touch him, but her trembling hands met him half way as she hesitated. Fearful that he was dying, the young girl could be seen starting to cry before murmuring. "Please get up.. Please.."
Don
The king lie in a slump on the ground, his breathing heavy. He wasn't dying, no, just in pain. The marroweaters saliva was not only acidic, but in the right amount could cause adverse effects to the inflicted. His mind raced as he huffed, his massive shoulders and body attempting to move or get up, but they just wouldn't. Couldn't. Alyus's blue-green eyes looked up, meeting Feyre's in a haze as he heard her cry out for him. He frowned, wanting to get up and check on her, make sure she wasn't hurt in any way. Nevertheless, he attempted to respond to her, if only to reassure he'd be okay.

"Why- waste time checking on me." He grunted slightly, his voice ragged but still clear enough to understand. Alyus allowed his eyes to meet Feyre's. "You could still run. Though I- I can't promise I won't chase you again."

Perhaps this was the king's attempt at dry humor, but it would more than likely go over the poor girl's head. Alyus felt his skin burning, and as he glanced back at his shoulder steam from the acidic saliva had begun to rise from him. It was coursing through his veins and sending shocks down his body, made apparent by the way he trembled every so often. It hurt like hell, but he wouldn't show it. Alyus looked back at Feyre once more, shaking his head weakly at her plea to move.

A loud rumble left the king's chest as he slumped his head into the snow, but with such a heavy coat on his body there was no way for the cold to reach his burning skin from the wound, making him only groan more with frustration. He thanked Ursus Feyre couldn't see him now in his human form.
Lillie
There was already a rose tint to the human's cheeks from the cold stinging her face, but when Alyus mumbled to her, she felt a different kind of sting that made the reds of her cheeks light up more. But instead of dwelling on that flustering feeling, Feyre inched closer to the King. Her brows painfully twisting upwards as she watched him lie in pain helplessly. 

"You saved me.. I can't just leave you here..." Feyre said, finally bringing herself to place her small, shaking fingers on his snout. He felt hot.. "J-Just turn back- you can do that, can't you? I-I can try to help you back to the castle and.. And i'll get others to help you." 

When Alyus let out another painful sound, the ground once more felt like it shook beneath the two. And as his head fell into the snow, feyre gave a worried frown. She couldn't control her rapid breathing that was caused by so much shock, but she knew that she wasn't going to just leave the king here in pain. So, the least she could do was try and make him as comfortable as possible. *At least in her own little way.* 

Very gently, Feyre moved up beside Alyus. Right in-between his large bloody paw and head. She then carefully guided his massive head over to her lap that was out of the snow, holding onto his fur underneath with both hands as she stared helplessly down at him. "I'm so sorry... You didn't deserve this.." Feyre murmured, gently running her fingers through his fur with hesitation. She didn't want to overstep his boundaries- better yet, she was overstepping hers. Having him this close to her terrified her. But even so, that fear was overshadowed by the thought of more marroweaters coming out of the woods for them both.
Don
Feeling his head be pulled, he hesitated and fought against it. At least, he thought he was fighting against it. In his mind, he pulled his head away, but the bite had weakened him more than he had realized. Alyus didn't exactly give in to what Feyre was attempting, but he quite frankly didn't have much choice. His expression remained a frown, and rather than reply or offer to do what Feyre had asked of him, he huffed, a large cloud of hot air leaving his nostrils, similar to that of what you might expect a horse to do. Feyre running her hands through his hair made him tense, but not noticeably. A woman touching him was normal, but with this level of affection. A memory seeped through his mind, making him tense even more, but before he could fully pull away he completely slumped, his mind falling black as he passed out.
Lillie
While Feyre was already apprehensive about being this close to the king, the feeling of him falling over onto her made the poor girl gasp as she gently tried to shake his head. 

"A-Alyus? Alyus wake up.. Hey!" 

Her chest began to rise and fall more heavily once she realized that the King had seemingly blacked out from the pain. Lifting her head, Feyre looked back to check his open wound and let out a verbal noise of both disgust and worry seeing as the bite was infecting him, and fast. Darting her eyes around, the human glanced down to see her silky gown glistening under the treebranch covered moonlight. She wasted no time in gripping one end and trying to rip the other. However, to no eval the first time, being that the pure blood was too underweight and much too weak- she carefully used the Kings claws instead to neatly rip of the bottom of her long flowing dress. Taking what cloth she could, Feyre reached up covered the bears bleeding shoulder blade. 

She was running out of options at this point to try and with the darkness growing in the night sky, the colder Feyre became. Sniffling, the young girl inched her way back to the unconscious bear, her lip quivering ever so slightly as she took in his face. Feyre then curled herself around his massive head, trying to warm herself as she wrapped her arms around his head to support him.

"H.. Help.." The human started to mumble, looking around within the darkened forest. The sound of her voice growing rougher through the cold air. "Somebody.. Help! Please! ... Please..." Feyre weakly voiced one last time before burying her face into the bear king's neck. Her knees were burning from the chilling snow, so much so she thought they were bleeding at this point. But she stayed still with Alyus' head propped upon her lap. Hoping someone would surely show up soon...
Norman
What may have felt like forever for Feyre, it wasn't too terribly long before multiple footfalls trudging through the snow could be heard. Elora, leading the group of guards, stopped when she reached the clearing as her eyes rested on her king slumped in the snow. She glanced over to the marroweaters, both unmoving as she unnervingly rested her paw on her blade. She was in her anthro form, walking like a human but with the body of a bear. Without another moment, she ran over to the kings side, but stopped when she saw Feyre huddled up beneath him. Her form shifted, and she was once more a human as she wrapped a cloth around the freezing human.

"Are you okay? Can you move?" Elora questioned, her eyes wide. The skin that wasn't covered by armor and clothing was visibly bruised and cut, and blood soaked her usually clean and white cloak on her neck. At least not all of the blood seemed like it was hers. She sighed, gesturing for the guards to move towards them. Two made their way to the dead marroweaters and began to tie them up before dragging them back toward the castle. Three more guards made their way to the king, while another stood guard a few meters away.
Lillie
Visibly shaking, Feyre kept her hands warm by hiding them on the underside of the Kings head. Even she too was falling in and out of consciousness from being exposed to the harsh weathers that was clearly too much for a pure blooded human to be in. Fighting to keep herself afloat, Feyre hid her face deeper within the bloodied fur of the bear, whimpering helplessly and filled with guilt for what Alyus just went through. 

"This is all my fault... This is.. All my f-fault.."

After what felt like hours, the young girl could faintly hear rustling and snow crunching not too far from her. Thinking it was another set of wolves, Feyre gripped onto Alyus and huddled in closer. She hadn't yet lifted her face, too afraid to know what was out there; but once she heared the familar sounds of armor clicking together, the human wondered if it was finally someone coming to help. *However*, poor Feyre's mind was shocked into fight or flight mode, and once she felt just the mere presence of someone or something closing in on her- she snapped.

"**Get away from him!! Dont hurt him-**" She cried, lifting her face to show the black inky blood mixed with the kings own around her pale face and dress. Feyre's eyes were bloodshot and tear stained, still showing terror in them when she shouted but quickly paused the moment she locked her gaze with Elora. *She looked a mess...* The dark black and blue bruises nearly coated the guards skin, looking too severe to even be standing right now- Feyre stared in bewilderment.

 "You're here.." She breathed, still holding onto the king for dear life. Feyre didn't want to let go of him, especially after seeing the crowd of guards curling him. She slightly cowered as they set their sights on her, but when she watched two break off near the marroweaters, Feyre slowly turned back to Elora. "He... He saved me from those things. We have to help him, i don't know whats wrong with him i just- He got bit and that *Thing* It-"

Tears started to swell back up in the humans eyes as she shook her head and looked down at the unconscious polar bear in her lap. "I'm so sorry."
Norman
Elora's eyes slightly widened at Feyre's expression and outburst, and as guards out of Feyre's view raised their weapons Elora raised her hand. She may had been a junior guard, but the sway of practically being the king's own trainee spoke volumes. The guards lowered their weapons and instead went back to looking over the king, leaving Elora to deal with the human. Elora's soft blue eyes once again met Feyre's, and she continued to wrap the human in warm furred clothing before gently lifting Alyus's slumped head off of Feyre's lap. She sighed, looking over to the marroweaters as they were dragged toward the castle. Feyre was more than lucky. Nevertheless, she shook her head at Feyre's worries.

"You have to little faith in the king, Feyre. He's taken worse licks from much bigger and meaner creatures. *Just ask him about his fa-*" Elora quickly stopped herself, shaking her head. She then helped Feyre up before calling out back toward the castle. "Vetur! Patrol."

A loud howl echoed as a massive creature entered the clearing. A three headed beast, made up of a polar bear, owl and what must have been some sort of cat walked near the king, sniffing him before reeling its head back in disgust. It's six eyes met Feyre's, each head tilting curiously before it turned and headed off into the woods, the sound of aggressive sniffing soon fading into the wind as it did. Elora watched as Vetur left, and before Feyre would be able to ask who or what the creature was, she shifted back into her full bear form before helping the human onto her back.

"Back to the castle, hm? You need warmth, rest and food. Let's get moving before you get frost bitten."