(Sorry everypony that I missed 1 of the most crucial parts in the beginning. I just got the flu and it's a bad 1, fever of 102 T_T. So just so you guys can keep this up I'll make it to where Dusty was shot by 1 of the poachers and is injured now. Hope you all understand.) Dusty's eyes were fading, his mouth filled with crimson. He couldn't make out a word to the others, who were to distracted with the fight. He stumbled from out behind the bushes. Dusty had seen another poacher, a scout from another camp. He had chased him down, eventually getting a shot in him and ending his tyranny. All was not well though, the scout was able to put a bullet in Dusty's shoulder before being shot. Dusty's coat was stained flowing crimson, as he fell before the others. Dusty looked up at his new friends and smiled the best he could. "Ah got him Ms. Faux, Ms. Calla.......Dark..........ah got him....." Dusty's eyes closed as he mustered enough strength to tell them his news. His voice was weak and harsh. He needed aid desperately.
Dark rushes over to dusty to put pressure on the wound,"Faux, we need you!", his eye now green, & brown. (ha, I've been at like 116 before.)
Faux went into action, she grabbed her bag and tossed out all that she needed the began to get the bullet out. She had it done quickly and with in maybe an hour she had Dusty patched up and feeling better. "There." she finally breathed. "Just need a little bit of rest, maybe and hour or so then you should b healed." Faix smiled, her heartbeat finally went back to normal and she felt exhausted.
Calla whimpered and nudged Dusty with her muzzle. She laid down and rested her head on her paws and watched with worried eyes, the pack did the same behind her respectfully. Kenya crawled towards Calla more and whimpered with worry. (Feel better soon^-^)
Dusty felt Calla's nudge and opened 1 eye slowly and weakly. "Thx ya'll....ah'm glad your all here." Dusty closed his eye and drifted off to sleep, his wound healed and his body weak, he simply smiled as exhaustion took him over. (Thx Calla, Faux, Dark, it means alot. Ill get better asap!)
"I guess we better get some r&r.", dark said as the red returned to his eye. (heh, just noticed my damnable desktop just stopped.)
Faux shook herself awake, she used the poachers fireplace to make a small fire and she looked through their supplies. Luckily they hadn't caught any animals yet but they did have full ammo and food. "Jackpot!" She pulled out a bag of food, apples and corn galore.
Calla barked lightly trying not to wake Dusty, she could smell bones coming from the bottom of the crate and her mouth began to water. "Ill take the bones!" She said, she lightly tugged on a brown sack ripping a hole and revealed deer bones. She grabbed one and her pack followed each grabbing one for themselves.
Dark wakes up, to the noise of faux & calla, then walks over to a stool and sat on it, aiming away from everypony, his eye a mix of gray, brown, & green
Faux jumped into the crate to get the heavy bags at the bottom, she crawled out with the help of Calla. "I found the bait.." the bag was full of meats and bones. "Looks like they had a specific target."
Calla growled at the sack and tore into it, tearing it to shreds ferociously, no way on this earth is Calla gonna let her pack get hurt again.
Dusty shoke and shivered as he woke. His head was dizzy and stomach was hurting. "Gah*, anyone got some food ah could use?" Dusty sounded weak but atleast he was alive.
Faux smiled, "Sure do! What would you like? Apples? Carrots?" Faux brought over one of everything and laid it in front of Dusty on a napkin.
Calla finished tearing apart the bait and returned back to her pack still chewing on their bones. "Is everyone OK?" she spoke softly and relaxed, they all nodded and Calla wagged her tail happily.
Dusty picked up an apple and bit into it. He sighed as he swallowed it down. "Thx Ms. Faux. You too Dark, for everything." Dusty was smiling the best he could as he spoke. Dusty stood and walked over to Calla smiling at her and her pack. "Glad to see ya'll are ok."
