A Kind Heart and a Wolf's Courage (Semi literate) Filled

[Darth Revan]

Tyr replied, "I don't know. I can feel her breathing, but she quit whining. That could be good, it could be bad. She could have stopped because she sees no point in fighting anymore, or she reasoned with herself that whining doesn't help the healing. We can't know, and I'd rather she concentrate on staying alive than ask her to divulge her intentions. I haven't a chance to examine the wound yet, so I can't say for her condition. I take it you have some sort of medical provisions in the cave? You must have something to treat the occasional injury from falling rocks or tripping on rocks. Anything that can treat a wound."

[Midnight_Huntress]

He nodded but solemly. "We do not have much. We don't use modern medicine too much. We have healers as well here who can assist you." Alexo said as he led him back to the caves and to a large hut that was one room only inside the frame and a fire pit in the center with no roof over the pit. He gave a call and three elderly men walked in and circled around the fire pit. "They will assist you in anything you need.

[Darth Revan]

Tyr's face donned a skeptical expression. The sight of the three elderly men was rather pathetic. It reminded him of the three witches from Shakespeare's play. However seeing how the occupants of this pack had survived as long as they have, the advanced age of these "healers", and the fact that they didn't have any real first aid materials caused him to drop his disbelief and approached the three men.

[Midnight_Huntress]

One stepped forward as Alexo moved to the side. He gave a biw to him showing Tyr's dominance over the elder. "I am Anroth. These are my brothers Cirax and Theon. We must hurry she may not have much time left. First we must remove the bullet and get her to shift to her human state." He said leading him towards the newly started fire.

[Darth Revan]

Tyr resisted the man's promptings and didn't budge from his spot. He just stared at the man and replied, "I mean you no offense, and with the greatest respects ask that you do what you can for her." He offered her body to Alexo assuming the old man wouldn't be able to carry her, "I love her, but I can't take part in this. I trust they will heal her and that she is safe here; but I just can't. I'm sorry."

[Midnight_Huntress]

The elderly man merely nodded and Alexo laid Natalya close to the fire's warmth. He stood to the side beside Tyr and asked without looking at Tyr, "And what stops you from helping her when ever fiber in you wishes to?" It was not accusatory merely conversational to ease tension. The men began three different chants at once as Anroth removed the bullet....with an athame. He did not harm her no did he cut her. Once the bullet was finally out which rook a bit of work, Anroth tried to coax her to shift to her human state.

[Darth Revan]

Tyr watched on, his whole body screaming "Stop! Get away from her", but he stayed where he was. He was about to answer Alexo when Anroth revealed the ceremonial dagger. Tyr did an about face and stood with his back to the ritual. His eyes burning with ultimatums and fear. His eyes twitched as he could only slightly tilt his head toward Alexo, signifying that he intended to reply, "You don't have what I need." He closed his eyes for a moment and stopped his next words. He collected himself and continued, "I see how well your family has done so far and can only... hope that you can save her." Tyr's utterance of the word, "hope" was filled with pain and restrained fury. He chances a glance to alexo at his last two words.

[Midnight_Huntress]

Alexo nodded his understandings. "My son," he started placing a hand to Tyr's shoulder. "We chose to keep close to the old ways incase we are forced away from any human contact at all. But I have felt that we should learn modern medicine. I am not nor will I ever doubt out trials. But we never know.... But if there is something I do know, always be there for the one you love, no matter how much it hurts."

Natalya whimpered and shuffled a little. Cirax spoke up then. "Please young one you must." She mde another noise and he answered her as if she had asked a qyestion. "Yes it will. I will not lie to you." She whined and then began her shift back. When the full change staryed in she let go of an awful howl that was answered by mournful howls outside the hut. As she shifted her howl faded into her human voice still giving the agonizing cries.

[Darth Revan]

As Alexo speaks, Tyr's face changes, he stares down at nothing, grief-stricken. At Natalya's howl and transitioned cry, he shuts his eyes tightly. His body begins to rock as his head shakes, tears begin to fall from his eyes. He breathes heavily from his nostrils. His eyes snap open directly into Alexo's. Nothing but pure rage exists, the rage is not aimed at Alexo, but his eyes stare hard into his. "I lost my family to this once, I vowed to never allow it to happen again. Do not mistake my removal of my presence as a weakness. It is the greatest strength I know to allow this to continue at all." Tyr almost spits as he says "this". Without waiting for a response, he closes his eyes once more and wills himself to leave the hut.

[Midnight_Huntress]

Finally her cries and screams died down to pants for breath and little whimpers of pain. A couple of hours had gone by. Every once in a while Natalya woyld scream once more and then it was silent. Alexo had left the hut an hour after Tyr. Finally the three elderly men came out. Anroth stayed at the door. Each one looked tired. Anroth looked to Tyr and motioned him inside. When he went in he gestured to Nayalyas form. She lay still but panting for breath in little shots. A blanket covered her body. "We have done all we can. She is weak and tired,it was no ordinary bullet. She has tried hard to stay with us....but I fear she may be slipping away to the Gods....this is where you come in my boy. No one else can do this for her." He said and left closung the door behind him.

[Darth Revan]

Tyr said nothing to Alexo as he exited the hut. He only stood aside the hut, praying to whoever may listen. When the three men exited, he turned to the entrance and followed the old man to Natalya. Tyr dared not look at her body. He would have just judged the elders' work instead of concentrating on Natalya. He held her hand and said nothing to Anroth as he left. When the door had closed, he burst into tears. "Oh Natalya don't you dare die on me. Not now. You can't die now. Don't give up on life. Don't give up on us. Don't give up on me. Please. Natalya."

[Midnight_Huntress]

In her dark haze she thought she heard an angel call to her. Whenshe realized it was Tyr it was even better. She squinted her eyws tightly in attempt to snap out of things. Her head moved tp the side, facing him as she tried to fight trough.

[Darth Revan]

When Natalya's head fell to look at him, he stopped his crying and smiled brightly, "Hey... there you are. How ya doin' baby?"

[Midnight_Huntress]

She reached a hand out to him, and she noticed his tears. "It was so dark and cold....then....I heard you." she said in a weakened voice. Her movements were slow. She reached up to wipe a tear from his face, her eyes tender as they slowly brightened in their color.

[Darth Revan]

Tyr's eyes brightened as she wiped a tear from his cheek. He took hold of her hand and kissed it gently. He kissed it again and whispered, "You rest now, okay? You have to get better. I love you, Natalya."