A/N Thank you for your continued support, (Especially Neil, thank you for your frequent reviews!) I will try to answer all questions posed to me. Thank you for reading my story!
He awoke to find it morning, with no sign of either the palulukan, or Sylwanin. After looking around, he saw that there was a package sitting by the entrance of the cave. Quickly checking it, he discovered a slab of steak, left over from the night before. Rewrapping it, he started examining the surrounding area.
He saw the remains of their campfire, which he only found because of where he remembered sitting. Silently he complimented Sylwanin on her vigilance, making sure that any possibility of a fire was literally and metaphorically quenched.. He started to continue, when he was flattened by a certain palulukan.
When he finally got over the threat of his lungs collapsing, he saw Sylwanin perched on a tree, grinning at the strange sight she beheld. Groaning, he rolled over, signalling to the animal on him that playtime was over.
when he got free, she climbed down, obviously excited by something.
"I have seen it!" She exclaimed, pulling him in the direction he had seen her from. "Seen what?" he was almost certain he knew what "It" was, but he didn't want to rain on her parade. "Hometree! It is my home!" Now he was confused. "You mean that the tree you found was your home? Are you sure?" "Yes! I have seen the Omaticaya markings!" she tugged at his hand, impatient to be going. Shrugging, he went back to the cave, and retrieved the steak; he would probably need it for the trek ahead.
Surprising them both, the palulukan travelled with them, keeping pace, and occasionally butting into him, almost as if she was afraid. He soothed, rubbing her head, murmuring encouragement as they went. Sylwanin charged recklessly through the bushes, eager to return to the tribe, and family where she belonged.
They were so preoccupied, that they almost didn't notice the rusty blur, which embedded itself in his shoulder. He yelped, stumbling as he tried to remove the projectile from his shoulder. He felt like his limbs were covered in thick mud. His attempts slowly got weaker, and he collapsed. The dart started shrieking, and he heard crashing through the brush. Suddenly his vision was filled with blue, as Sylwanin stooped down and drew the dart thing from his arm, throwing it deep into the forest. Crouching down, she saw the panic in his eyes, as he tried to force his limbs into motion.
She picked him up carefully, grunting at his weight. She knew that they could not stop for another night; they needed to reach a healer as soon as they could. Or else, he could become permanently paralyzed.
A/N Dun Dun Dah! First true cliff-hanger of the story. Sorry its so short, didn't really have anything planned, so I made it up. Hope you liked it, Have a good night/day!
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