Sergeant Volkov's view

He was silent as he left the tent. Silent even when a corporal asked him how the Quartermaster was. He just sat down on the same piece of debris that he was sitting on when he heard that band of squirrels talking about him. His thoughts turned to what Letova said. Did she mean it? Was she aware of what she said? She was shot and was full of lead, maybe she wasn't thinking right? He never really cared, romanticly, for other people, he had long accepted that he was... what did those college men say... asexual? So why did his he-

"Sir?" the question finally managed to turn Volkov's attention from his thoughts to the young soldier in front of him, "Are you alright sir? You weren't answering my questions, and your face is red... do you need to see the doctor, sir?"

"Ah, it's nothing to worry about soldier, just tell me your questions," Volkov wondered how long he was 'ignoring' the soldier questions.

"Well sir, my and the lads," he gestures over to a band of relaxing soldiers, "We were wondering... how's the Quartermaster doing?"

Volkov, unknowingly, gives off a small smile, "She's doing just fine, in fact, I actually just had a small conversation with her! She's...," Volkov took a glance back at the tent, the last words she said to him rushing through his mind, "She's just a bit off since she lost some blood, that's all".

The soldier simply nodded and asked, "Say... when do you think we were leaving sir? The battle's over isn't it?"

Volkov's smile disappeared, "Well, that is true," Volkov suddenly stands up, "Get your lads together, we're packing up and heading back to the Kitchens! Now move soldier!"

Quartermaster Letova's View

She could hear the camp getting rowdy, which means a alcohol caused brawl happened or they're packing up to leave. The fact that the doctors and medics were packing up their tools and storing them back in their bags most likely means they're leaving. 'Thank the Tree', she thought as she tried to breathe, By the First Given and the Tree why did her chest hurt so much? It must be some kind of ribcage problem, she'd need some rest when she gets back to the kitchens and some better medical help than what a battle site tent can give in help. But, something that's been plaguing her mind for the last few minutes was why she said she loved Volkov? She's had a decent amount of sweethearts when she was younger, but they never lasted long, most times because she was too busy working. But Volkov? He never had eyes for her, much less anyone else, he was weird like that. It was hard to think of the two being together, of course, keyword being 'was'. He changed after that riot, he was proud, confident, and more ambitious than ever. That thought always thrilled her... she thought that thrill was simply the joy that the shy wolf managed to break his shell but now... she thinks it might just be something else now.

"Ma'am?" she looked over to the source of the voice, only to see a pigeon.

"Y-" Another coughing fit, and pain in her chest. Yeah, she most certainly broke a rib. "What's wrong?" Her words are slow and precise, in order to make sure she doesn't move her chest too much.

"We're moving ma'am, but you're clearly not well, is it alright if we carry onto the train via stretcher?" The pigeon was clearly worried she would say no, but she knew her own limit.

"Yeah yeah, sure. Just get me out of this battle site," The pigeon smiles as he waves over a stretcher team to pick her up. Letova started to get push herself off the cot, only to fall back down on it when pain races through her chest as she moves. She slightly curls up with her hands on her chest as the pigeon tries to calm her down.

"Ma'am, please lie straight or else it'll just hurt more, m- Oh thank the Tree. Stretcher team! Get her on the stretcher now!"

She could feel hands picking her up by the shoulder and legs and gently place her on a stretcher, then the telltale of small bumping assured her that she was moving.

Sergeant Volkov's view

"Move that crate to carriage three... and also that crate as well!" Volkov's head ached, he always hated having to pack up a camp, even more so when it was a camp with several thousand soldiers in it. He was thankful that the train still worked, they could move it back to the town of Zlarya and then make a quick march to the Kitchens and finally, they'll get a good rest in actual beds. He mentally grumbled at the list in his hand, however. Most of the supplies and food were in carriage one to three, while his men were going to be in carriage three to seven. He personally saw the carriages and knew this wasn't mean for the several thousand animals he had. For each three of his soldiers, there's only one seat. He was going to get a lot of grumbling from his soldiers by the end of the ride. He also made sure there was no food in carriage three, he didn't trust any of his soldiers to not eat the food. Of course, carriage three isn't a passenger car, so there are no seats. 'This is going to end up a shitshow isn't it?' He thought as he looked up from his list and around the campsite.

Most of the tents are gone and those left are almost taken down, the stretchers are being moved over to the train and put in carriage seven, which apparently is the only overnight carriage. Most of the animals in the stretchers are either almost dead or have some kind of internal injury, and of course, one stretcher, in particular, caught his eyes. He was about to head over to that stretcher before he realized that he needed to actually tell them where to go. "Stretchers, you are heading to carriage seven," The lead stretcher of the first stretcher team grunts a thank you before heading to the old train. As the stretchers pass him by, he takes a long look at the village they've been in for the last couple of days. It was completely in ruins, it's likely that no animal would come back here. If they do come back then it will take years to rebuild. 'The price of order and peace,' he thought as the last of the soldiers boarded the train. He quickly walked over to the train, the supplies were all on, the soldiers were already grumbling about the lack of seats and he quickly head over to the engineer and told him they were all ready. Finally, the train started to move. Volkov started to walk through the carriages before getting to carriage six and taking the last open spot. A glance out the window turned into a long stare as he gazed upon the passing by countryside.