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by on December 24, 2020
Leaf was frozen in place, wings halfway unfurled and heart pounding. In front of her, stood a pony, brown in coat and wearing camouflage jacket and a hat. A bright orange vest let other hunters know it was him. She heard gunshots.
He turned his head to face her again, a wing holding his shotgun aimed in front of him. His expression twisted to one of almost horror. “Leaf! I said RUN!”
She seemed to almost snap out of her daze, yellow eyes staring at him with concern, “But what about you? I... don’t want you to get hurt because of me!”
He turned to her, and pushed her, causing her to stumble. “I’ll be fine! God damnit Leaf just go!”
The shots were getting closer. Tears had formed in both of their eyes. She sniffled, before leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. “Promise me you’ll find me again.”
He stared at her sadly. “I... I promise.”
With a nod, she started running away from him. With a glance back she saw him turn, and put on a face of anger to point in a different direction. “It went this way! Come on!” He shouted, running that way.
Hours later, she came back with hesitant steps. She sniffed the air. /Blood./ Pausing, she’d take a deep breath to make sure. But there’s no mistaking that sharp scent. She ran in the direction it was coming from, wings pushing her faster until she saw him. “Oh god...”
He was leaned against a tree, hoof holding a ripped piece of his jacket to his shoulder. He looked pained. When he saw her, a forced looking smile made its way onto his face. “Heh, looks... looks like I’m.. the one being found, eh?”
Making her way over, she’d push her head into the crook of his neck. “Don’t.... don’t joke like that..”
He lay his head on hers. “Can’t help it. My way of distracting m’self.” He let out a laugh.
She looked at him then. His eyes were closed, but he was still breathing. “Don’t. Don’t go to sleep on me now.”
He cracked open an eye, and joked, “Awwwww, you do care~”
She’d give him a look, to which he laughed. Sitting beside him, she’d move his hoof away to look. It wasn’t good. She’d let out a gasp, before she placed his hoof back and got up. Rummaging through the undergrowth, she found one of the herbal stores the pack had scattered around the territory. Moving back, she’d open it up, after starting a fire she’d lay one of the sticks over it. She turned to focus on him then, moving his hoof and digging around for the bullet. When it was retrieved, she would clean it out, and then press the stick to it to cauterize it. He let out a hiss of pain, and panted slightly.
Leaf wrapped it in bandages before pulling down a food store. This one containing edible roots and plants. “Here. Eat these.”
While he ate, she’d lay her head in his lap and stare at the fire. The pack’s healer would be able to care for it better, but she didn’t feel comfortable moving him right now.
They would rest here for the night.