Poetry was spouted from those little lips of hers, Jaxxon smiled weakly at her as he hated to see her in pain. I'm not going to kill you... I'll take you back to my home and we'll fix you right up... He promised her with a dip of his large head.

One of them would help... El or Frey... They had to it was their job... He'd punish anyone who disagreed...

Can you move at all...? Can you climb onto my back...? He questioned the small cat, resisting the urge to nudge her with his large nose. Jaxxon squinted as he looked upwards towards the falling rain, the pitter patter on the tree's around him a soothing sound that could have lulled him into sleep. If Mullock couldn't move Jaxxon would figure out a way to gently drag her onto his back to carry her back to the mountains...