<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Tsghani, Son' Lahleli, & Kon<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Forests near Sadghan Lake<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>How sad must it be to lose someone you wanted as a mate, to watch their blood spill out into the snow easily. The ranger seemed unable to tear his gaze away from the wounds even as his hands began to methodically rip a shirt into strips of bandages. A single perfunctory nod was his only acknowledgement that Ts'itu was even there. Yet blood continued to stain the snow and she couldn't blame him. Her gaze assessed the movement of his hands. Years on his own had clearly taught him how to tend wounds. She could do no more than what he was currently doing. Instead she turned to face Kon, giving the pair of betas a moment of perhaps unneeded privacy. It had seemed to intimate to stare as the ranger tried frantically to stem the tide.<br/><br/>Her hands flew over Kon's body, checking the damage. He seemed to shift beneath her hands as if coming awake and she quickened her pace. Things had been strained between them since the celebration. He'd taken the rejection harder than she'd anticipated, and though she couldn't regret choosing not to lead him on, he certainly didn't seem to see it that way. Knowing him the moment he realized she was the one touching him he'd throw a fit even greater than that of Astir.<br/><br/>Looking back over her shoulder, she nodded to Tsghani. "Forgiven. Take her as swiftly as you can." The ranger had spoken true, and he would be able to move more swiftly than Ts'itu might have. The only problem was that it left her and Kon alone, something the beta would surely be unhappy about upon awaking.<br/><br/>"Nothing for it," she muttered. She had no bandages on her person. His wounds seemed relatively minor. Blood loss, cold, and exhaustion were the culprits here. Nothing that warmth and some care at Danae's hands couldn't fix, assuming they got back to the village soon. Ts'itu reached forward and grabbed his arm, hauling it over one shoulder. She did the same with his other arm and then stood. Her legs shook a bit, she was tired as well, but she would get him to the village. Mother Winter help him if he tried to be difficult about it.<br/><br/>Step by step she began to slog her way back to the village. Kon was an ever present weight on her back, and though she focused upon her goal of home she couldn't help wondering what would happen when he awakened. Snow crunched and birds called, his breath was warm upon the back of her neck, the smoke of cooking fires caught her attention. They were close to the village, closer than she'd assumed. Probably another minute or two and they would be at the Shaman House.