fight for your right (to live- not party) || malira
Kira’s body fought to awaken when she felt herself being moved. Though she was not as in tune to things like scent like the were-creatures in the pack, she felt pack ties enough to know when someone she trusted was near. The fox in her didn’t stir out of fear, only settled and urged her to awaken out of the want to assure her packmate she was okay.
Groaning she opened bleary eyes to see Malia, relief flooding at the fact she’d obviously gotten her texts. Part of her hadn’t been sure she was coherent enough to make sure they’d actually sent. Had they not, well… Anyone could’ve found her, including more people who wanted her dead.
Glancing down, she noted the wounds on Malia’s already-healing legs that looked like a mixture of road rash and scrapes. “You’re hurt, ‘Lia.” She croaked, throat dry. Trying to sit up, she let out a hiss of pain and her lower lip quivered. “I am too.”
Malia felt a burst of relief as Kira opened her eyes. “I’ll heal.” Malia hadn’t even noticed the wounds on her legs. “You’re the one who’s not healing,” Malia told her, trying not to let Kira know just how much she was panicking. The other girl had just lost so much blood.
“Do you have your phone?” Malia asked, suddenly patting the other girl’s pocket for her phone, before realizing it was probably still on the ground. “Hold on,” Malia said, going to retrieve Kira’s phone. “Lydia said to text Ken and Noshiko. Do you think you can do that, while I try to take some of your pain? It might help you heal.”
