[ The hunter looks as confused as he is furious, but he does as Peter orders, managing to push himself up with his good hand to start yanking off the coat. He shifts, drags it away, then tosses it aside into the grass. ]
There! Now let me up, you've got the bloody thing back.
[ Peter nods, acknowledgment more than approval. He might be a little more happy if the guy didn't get his blood all over his coat's sleeve, but shit happens.
He doesn't pull his sword back, instead casting another lightning quick glance to Yan. ]
[ The hunter looks from Peter to Yan, that confusion still in place. ]
Why in the hells are you talking to—
[ Yan interrupts the hunter with an affirmative chirrup for Peter, pushing herself back up onto three paws. Her ankle is at an awkward angle now, more so than before, and blood stains her white fur over her eye, but she's moving, hopping a few feet forward to station herself behind Peter's legs.
The hunter stares in open shock at Yan, then looks up to Peter. ]
[ Another lightning-fast glance to Yan as she positions herself between his feet. He readjusts, just to be sure he doesn't accidentally trample her in case he has to move. ]
Yeah. I know.
[ And the answer is simple enough, deceptively light compared to the intense focus he keeps on the hunter. He presses the point of his sword against the hunter's throat, not yet breaking skin but getting dangerously close. ]
[ The hunter almost flinches on instinct, but fortunately for him, he manages to keep himself still. His gaze keeps flicking down to Yan, then back to Peter. ]
You think I understand that magic? We're just hired to go after her.
[ Peter lets him babble out a few more promises – splitting the bounty, getting filthy rich and rolling in gold, and it'd really be so easy, honestly, and it'll be simple if they work together—
Normally, Peter doesn't kill unless he has to. Normally, he'll take pity on someone who had threatened him and make them swear on pain of death to never cross his path again.
But he's also vindictive and petty, and he's been known to hold grudges for years and years. ]
You really shouldn't have touched my stuff.
[ And it's all Peter offers before he drives the blade through the man's neck. ]
[ The man's pleas and oaths are cut short by the sword through his throat. Yan watches impassively as he gasps and gurgles blood for only a heartbeat or two, before his eyes roll back, and his body is suddenly limp on the ground, held up only by Peter's blade.
When the man is finally still, the tension that's been holding Yan tight as a bowstring finally snaps, and she finds herself sagging against Peter's leg, out of the energy it had taken to keep herself upright. The last few days have been hell, she's had minimal food, and her injuries are worse – and she's exhausted. Her tails go limp as her ears press back against her head, panting as she tries to catch her breath.
She makes a soft, chirping sound that's ostensibly a "thank you." ]
[ Once again, he kicks the body away, and with Yan leaning against him, he waits for a few moments before slowly starting to move.
First, he wipes his sword clean on the hunter's clothing before he sheathes his sword. After that, he searches his body – finding a crumpled sheet of parchment with Yan's bounty and a handful of gold coins. He drags the corpse to conceal it in some nearby bushes. He searches the other body, too, which only yields a few more coins. Peter rolls the body over, freeing the quiver on his back, and divests it of all the arrows it contains. This body, too, gets dragged into the bushes.
He brushes his hands off before he plucks up the rabbit he had found earlier. He approaches her again, crouching down beside her. Her foot is looking far worse than earlier, and bright crimson stands out against her white fur. He frowns a little. ]
[ When Peter moves away, Yan allows herself to lie in the grass where the hunter had abandoned Peter's coat. She flops onto her side in the puddle of soft leather so her injured foot can rest without anything touching the break. Part of her is determined to try and push herself back up, maybe to do something to help Peter with the bodies or the rabbit or— literally anything that doesn't involve lying uselessly on the ground.
Ugh, she hates this.
When Peter returns, she lifts her head slightly to sniff at the air, looking over at the rabbit with tired interest. He has a good point about her foot, but that also sounds like hell right now.
She gives a chittering bark of acknowledgment, then starts pushing herself up on her good paws, keeping her fourth leg curled close to her body. It's easier to hop around on three paws than it is one human foot, so she looks uncertainly at Peter, then sits back down with her tails fanned out behind her, her foot stuck out again. A quiet whine, and she looks down at her foot, then to Peter, trying to communicate wordlessly.
[ He sets the rabbit down, wincing a little when he gets a better look at Yan's foot.
It's not the ugliest thing he's ever seen, but it's definitely painful-looking.
He shrugs off his pack, fishing through for his healing kit and the two sticks he had found earlier. He hasn't had enough gold to stock up on healing potions, unfortunately – he's still waiting on a big score before he splurges – but he's learned to make do with the mundane.
Thankfully, he seems to understand Yan's unspoken question, and he hesitates before offering a slightly uncertain nod. ]
Just to be clear? I haven't done this on someone who wasn't, uh...
[ He gestures vaguely with one of the sticks, though after a quick glance at the length of it, he snaps it in half. ]
Person-shaped.
[ He glances at her for permission before carefully taking her paw in one hand, waiting for the flinch before he moves on. He carefully places the sticks along her leg, and holding them in place with one hand, he frees a roll of bandages from his kit. He wraps the bandages around her leg, sticks and all, and when it seems sturdy enough, he ties it off. ]
[ Yan nods as she watches him with the sticks, and there's no avoiding the little flinch, her involuntary noises as he wraps her foot. He's gentle, and as much as she appreciates it, there's no denying that it still hurts; fortunately, she clamps down on the instincts telling her to jerk away.
(It's a moment more animal than rational.)
When he ties off the bandages, she nods, flexing her leg to get a feel for the splint. She holds her foot close to her body, curled protectively against herself.
She offers him a low chirping thanks, settling herself down again, turning her head to sniff at the rabbit he brought back. She doesn't try to just eat it, obviously, but she feels bad that the hunters probably trampled all over the rations she'd been saving for Peter, too. She leaves it, for now, and turns her nose to his jacket again, and she gingerly lifts the bloodied sleeve in her teeth, dropping it with a tiny whimper.
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There! Now let me up, you've got the bloody thing back.
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He doesn't pull his sword back, instead casting another lightning quick glance to Yan. ]
You okay, Yan?
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Why in the hells are you talking to—
[ Yan interrupts the hunter with an affirmative chirrup for Peter, pushing herself back up onto three paws. Her ankle is at an awkward angle now, more so than before, and blood stains her white fur over her eye, but she's moving, hopping a few feet forward to station herself behind Peter's legs.
The hunter stares in open shock at Yan, then looks up to Peter. ]
Do you— d'you even know what that thing is?
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Yeah. I know.
[ And the answer is simple enough, deceptively light compared to the intense focus he keeps on the hunter. He presses the point of his sword against the hunter's throat, not yet breaking skin but getting dangerously close. ]
How does she get rid of the tracker?
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You think I understand that magic? We're just hired to go after her.
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Well, if you don't know anything, I don't see much reason to keep you around.
What do you think, Yan?
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That's definitely a "yeah, fuck him up."
... in not so many words. ]
—Wait.
[ Desperation and fear ticks the hunter's voice higher. ]
Wait, you don't have to— look, let me go, and I'll share the gold with you. That thing is worth a fortune, come on—
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Normally, Peter doesn't kill unless he has to. Normally, he'll take pity on someone who had threatened him and make them swear on pain of death to never cross his path again.
But he's also vindictive and petty, and he's been known to hold grudges for years and years. ]
You really shouldn't have touched my stuff.
[ And it's all Peter offers before he drives the blade through the man's neck. ]
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When the man is finally still, the tension that's been holding Yan tight as a bowstring finally snaps, and she finds herself sagging against Peter's leg, out of the energy it had taken to keep herself upright. The last few days have been hell, she's had minimal food, and her injuries are worse – and she's exhausted. Her tails go limp as her ears press back against her head, panting as she tries to catch her breath.
She makes a soft, chirping sound that's ostensibly a "thank you." ]
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First, he wipes his sword clean on the hunter's clothing before he sheathes his sword. After that, he searches his body – finding a crumpled sheet of parchment with Yan's bounty and a handful of gold coins. He drags the corpse to conceal it in some nearby bushes. He searches the other body, too, which only yields a few more coins. Peter rolls the body over, freeing the quiver on his back, and divests it of all the arrows it contains. This body, too, gets dragged into the bushes.
He brushes his hands off before he plucks up the rabbit he had found earlier. He approaches her again, crouching down beside her. Her foot is looking far worse than earlier, and bright crimson stands out against her white fur. He frowns a little. ]
We should get that foot splinted.
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Ugh, she hates this.
When Peter returns, she lifts her head slightly to sniff at the air, looking over at the rabbit with tired interest. He has a good point about her foot, but that also sounds like hell right now.
She gives a chittering bark of acknowledgment, then starts pushing herself up on her good paws, keeping her fourth leg curled close to her body. It's easier to hop around on three paws than it is one human foot, so she looks uncertainly at Peter, then sits back down with her tails fanned out behind her, her foot stuck out again. A quiet whine, and she looks down at her foot, then to Peter, trying to communicate wordlessly.
Can you help like this? ]
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It's not the ugliest thing he's ever seen, but it's definitely painful-looking.
He shrugs off his pack, fishing through for his healing kit and the two sticks he had found earlier. He hasn't had enough gold to stock up on healing potions, unfortunately – he's still waiting on a big score before he splurges – but he's learned to make do with the mundane.
Thankfully, he seems to understand Yan's unspoken question, and he hesitates before offering a slightly uncertain nod. ]
Just to be clear? I haven't done this on someone who wasn't, uh...
[ He gestures vaguely with one of the sticks, though after a quick glance at the length of it, he snaps it in half. ]
Person-shaped.
[ He glances at her for permission before carefully taking her paw in one hand, waiting for the flinch before he moves on. He carefully places the sticks along her leg, and holding them in place with one hand, he frees a roll of bandages from his kit. He wraps the bandages around her leg, sticks and all, and when it seems sturdy enough, he ties it off. ]
Not too tight, is it?
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(It's a moment more animal than rational.)
When he ties off the bandages, she nods, flexing her leg to get a feel for the splint. She holds her foot close to her body, curled protectively against herself.
She offers him a low chirping thanks, settling herself down again, turning her head to sniff at the rabbit he brought back. She doesn't try to just eat it, obviously, but she feels bad that the hunters probably trampled all over the rations she'd been saving for Peter, too. She leaves it, for now, and turns her nose to his jacket again, and she gingerly lifts the bloodied sleeve in her teeth, dropping it with a tiny whimper.
That's definitely an apology. ]
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It's fine.
[ This, as he's getting to his feet, picking up nearby branches for firewood.
Yan may be able to eat the rabbit raw, but Peter certainly can't. ]
Honestly, that's not the worst thing I've ever gotten on that coat. I'll figure out how to get it cleaned.
[ Because that's what matters, apparently. ]