<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">Danny Buckly - Steppe Mammoth</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">Zoe Johnson - <a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">Chartreux</a></span><br/><br/>Danny didn't even hesitate.  As tired as he was, Zoe was hurt and he wasn't about to make her walk by herself. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">Ok..</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">" walked up beside her</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">... put your arm round me and we'll go slow. If you need to stop just say so.</span>"  Once he was shore they were steady, they began their slow walk up the beach. As they made their way, Danny remember to keep his sensed attuned, just in case trouble came knocking. He looked at Zoe and gave a reassuring smile, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">I promise, once we're rested up and got some kind of plan, we'll search high and low for Michael.</span>"<br/><br/>As they walked on the the shaded sand, gulls called from above, the wind blew through the trees and the surf broke near by. It would have been a paradise under any other circumstances. Danny kept that bit of irony to himself though, he doubted Zoe was in the mood. Soon they came to the spot were had thought he had seen Bobbie. It didn't take long to see the blood.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">Not good...</span>" Danny thought out loud, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">... but he didn't seem hurt when I saw him. Maybe thats why he was walking into the trees, he saw that someone was hurt and was going to help</span>."