<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/65IEnCn.png)</div><br/><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br/><strong>Who:</strong>L'aen, Son' Lahleli, Ts'itu, & Kon<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Forests near Sadghan Lake<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>Ts'itu perhaps, was a bit over protective sometimes when it came to when he got hurt. He was more durable than she gave him credit for. One thing he knew how to take was a solid beating. Sense they were kids they had been looking out for each other and sense they were kids he never allowed her to fret over his wounds, even when he wandered in with a fresh bloody lip and a black eye to go with it. Though he did tend to be the worst when it came to doctoring him.<br/><br/>He had snarled at Ts'itu and he hated doing it. The returning snarl with her lips drawn back and the sight of her fangs told him how she really felt behind that stoic mask of a leader. She was scared and worried and angry. He didn't even flinch as she gave such a snarl as to send any other into cowering. He only met her gaze steadily, quietly as she said he would lame himself for his pride. It reminded him of the time when they were kids when he had put her over his own shoulders when she sprained an ankle and she had been mad at him for a week about it. When she decided not to force him, which she might have been able to do given the amount of pain he would cause himself if he struggled, and said she didn't want to hear him complain when he was going to pretty much be grounded to his bed for at least a week (longer if they could keep him in it!) he snorted and put his ears back. That part he was not looking forward to.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>He wasn't sure how badly Son'Lahleli was hurt but he knew it was bad enough to warrant getting help out there. L'aen in tow  he was panting with the pain that washed through him as he made his way down the hill. He could feel the arrow head shift a bit as it sent twinges of pain through him that wrung a yelp of pain from him when he put it down to stop himself from sliding just before the bottom. Both of the wounds had soaked through the bandaging. once at the bottom of the hill he paused to let the pain die down a moment before he howled again with an alarm howl. As his first pack mates started to come out he stood by L'aen and made sure they didn't react to him as a threat before he looked up at him, urging him to explain that Son'Lahleli and Kon needed help as they were injured and Ts'itu was with them.<br/><br/>He didn't let anyone touch him and he didn't move until L'aen told them everything. Then he grabbed L'aen's arm gently but firmly in his jaws, not giving the lad much choice in the matter as he began walking him to the Shaman house where he knew Ts'itu and the others would be arriving soon. He wasn't about to let little L'aen out of his sight. He was sure Ts'itu still had more questions for him and he was sure she most likely didn't want him running around the village just yet. Besides the boy was tired, cold and most likely hungry. He would sit him down by the fire and they would wait there turn to be seen by there highly skilled and beautiful healer.<br/><br/>(cont in shaman House: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178713.25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178713.25))