Takes eyes widened slightly at the mention that the massive furred creature was actually a shape shifting girl. I thought she was like some feral animal they found down there.“-Like Haddie” he finished for Kipp, nodding solemnly, his gaze looking straight through the boy. He straightened up, not sure what to say about Haddie’s whereabouts since he didn’t have a clue and moved along back towards the cave.Kipp nodded at Take in greeting looking at him around Noah who had flopped his head onto his shoulder and wrapped one arm around his neck. He followed Take's distracted gaze, to Chion who, now that the others had joined them, was impatiently walking away up the sandy riverside.
"Uhh, I don't know what the critters are called. That's Chion, the blond girl with pointy ears." He answered, with a smile spreading across his face. "Or did you not meet her?" Kipp grunted hoisting Noah up a bit higher as his hands started to slip. Then began taking heavy steps to follow the others.
"She's a mimic. She changes forms kind of like Hadd-" Kipp fell silent, reminded that not everyone was accounted for. If she hadn't made it back to the rest of the group Take would probably know. But Kipp didn't want to know if something bad had happened to her.
Take suddenly stopped and walked back over to the riverside after hearing their conversation. He stepped over into the waters edge, keeping his footing to make sure he wouldn’t be swept away. He tugged off his mangled sweater and bent down to submerge it underneath the cold water. His face was completely focused on trying to cleanse the fabric as best he could from the dried blood, mud, and sweat, though the musk wouldn’t be washed off completely. When he finished, he wrung it dry from the warmth of his hands and caught back up with Blair and Emma, “She can put this on when we get to the cave” he advised, patting the sweater he tossed over his shoulder as he continued on past them. Even though it lacked sleeves and torn away fabric on the back, it was still something to cover the wounds if she put it on backwards."Aunt Blair—"
"Blood." Blair panicked at the scent of it, unable to stop herself from speaking so abruptly. She set Emma down, seeing the pained look on her face and then noticing the blood on her own hands. Blair turned Emma, despite the little girls protests, her gaze falling on the long, weeping lashes on the girls back, her sweater torn. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from speaking, instantly closing herself off. She didn't want to scare Emma. She picked her up carefully, balancing her on her hip. "I'm gonna fix it up, okay?" She murmured. Emma just nodded, burying her face against Blair's neck.
It's not infected. Yet. But what could've done that? Not claws, too neat and straight...