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    wahmbulance Chapter #5 wahmbulance


    The sun was nearly halfway through the sky, which meant noon wasn't probably too far off. Naia didn't feel comfortable walking through the strange woods while carrying a bloody, half-dead boy on her back. But she couldn't bare to leave the hapless child in that manner. It's just blood. I'm sure it'll wash off.
    "W-w-who are you?" The boy was barely conscious when he spoke.
    "You're awake?" Relief washed over Naia. "I was starting to think you kicked the bucket or something. Bearprint, was that your name? How are you feeling?"
    "H-how do you know my name?"
    "I told her!" Crowprint said over his shoulder. "Don't worry Bearprint, we're almost to camp. Snaketooth will fix ya up, no problem."
    ".....W-why can't I see out my left eye?"
    When Crowprint didn't answer, it was Naia who explained what happened. In a soft voice she whispered, "Bearprint, when you and Crowprint was attacked by that Nightstalker, you blacked-out from blood loss and shortly after lost an eye."
    "What's this over my eye?"
    "Naia put that on." It was Crowprint who spoke that time.
    "You don't mind?"
    "It's just a sash I used as a belt. You can keep it. You need it more than I do."
    "...Am I still going to be a fighter?"
    "Of course you can!" Even though she wasn’t entirely sure what a ‘fighter’ was, Naia was surprised by the sudden question. She focused on walking when she replied. "You can be anything you want to be. But you're going to have to work harder than you usually do because of that accident of yours, got it?"
    "Mm-hm." Naia didn't see Bearprint gazing thoughtfully at her with his remain gray eye. But Crowprint did when he suddenly glanced back.
    "Hey Bearprint why are ya staring at Naia like that for?"
    It was then that Bearprint's face flushed to a bright red. He then dug his face into Naia's back before she could she for herself.
    "I hope you didn't get sick or anything." Naia fretted.
    "I don't feel sick. In fact, I never felt better." Bearprint murmured to low for Naia and Crowprint to hear.

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    "Here we are! Kokiri Tribe camp!" Crowprint announced. Naia was standing in front of an archway made entirely out of brambles and thorns. "Wait here, I'm going in to get Snaketooth." With a final glance, Crowprint dashed into the tunnel and vanished.
    "Whatever. Hey, wait! If this is your camp, aren't there suppose to be sentries standing outside?"
    "Normally the deputy would organize who was on guard duty, hunting patrols, border patrols and so on." Bearprint explains. "But lately, Hawkeye has a lot on his plate."
    "How come?"
    "...I don't know if I should tell an outsider about our tribe affairs..."
    That's right, I am an outsider. Naia probably knew too much already from Crowprint. Was it really that important to know this thing which doesn’t involves her? Nah, it isn't...I shouldn't be harassing kids like this.
    "Halt! Who are you?! Are you from Alinor Tribe?" Naia turned to confront the two young men who stood in front of her.
    There was a top-less man who tied his long indigo hair, to which the hair tie had a kind of bird flare, and wore bracelets and accessories that seemed bizarre to Naia. But it was the man with short black hair and blazing bright yellow eyes who spoke earlier.
    "Uh-oh...its Hawkeye..." Bearprint whispered in Naia's ear.
    "Who?"
    "The deputy. Hawkeye doesn’t take trespassers too lightly." Bearprint replied. "And the other guy wearing gold is the tribe's mage, Snaketooth. He doesn't react as bad as Hawkeye does."
    Hawkeye didn't try to hide his anger like Snaketooth, when walked in front of him. When Naia didn't answer him the first time, it only enrages Hawkeye even more. "You refuse to talk, eh?!" He roared. "We don't take to kindly to outsiders here, so why don't you just put Bearprint down and get lost before you regret it!"
    "I can't." Naia said bluntly. She wasn't going to be intimated by this hot head. Or that was what she originally thought before she noticed the sheathed dagger tucked in Hawkeye’s belt.
    "What did you say!? Are you trying to pick a fight with me?!"
    Suddenly Crowprint reappeared out of the thorn archway. "This is so weird, I can't find Snaketooth anywhere...!?" He froze in the sight of Hawkeye's glare.
    "Crowprint go alert Raventalon and Runningbrook that there is a trespasser amongst us!" Hawkeye ordered.
    "B-but dad...Naia isn't going to hurt anyone."
    "You brought this stranger to our camp! What strange forces has come over you?!"
    "I have to agree with your father, Crowprint. What you did was very irresponsible." Snaketooth sudden comment surprised Naia. The mage's voice sounded sweet as if it was coated in honey. It must be hard trying to scold someone with a voice like that.
    Crowprint couldn't seem to met his father's nor the mage's eyes. He stared at his bare feet when he spoke again. "But Naia saved me from that Nightstalker," He mumbled. "And she helped carried Bearprint to camp when he's injured."
    "Are they serious?" It was Snaketooth who walked ahead of Hawkeye to inspect the young boy. Ceasing the argument. And as soon as he had seen the raw claw marks ranked across Bearprint's chest, Snaketooth reacted just like the town doctor did back in Plywatch Town when Naia presented him with one of her latest scraps, which turned out to be infected. Swift and urgent.
    "Naia was your name; I need you to follow me into my Medicine Chamber so that I may patch up Bearprint before he gets infected." Snaketooth hurried into the thorn archway with Naia and Crowprint hard on his heel.
    In the distance, Naia could hear Hawkeye yowl, “Snaketooth! Have you lost it as well?! She’s an outsider! She shouldn’t even be near the camp!”
    But the mage ignored him, and trotted towards his chambers.