Trax Tavern {Storm's a-brewin': Check events}

[Zeren the Morph]

Zeren reverted back rapidly into her previous incarnation of that golden retriever, one of her legs matted with Square's blood. She gave a quick nod at the chimera.

"Sure thing, ma'am. Be right back." She replied as she honored Square's request. It hadn't even been a few seconds before Zeren was already back, the kitchen doors still swinging from the agile creature's search. She knew a bit about medicine... Well. Enough to stop the bleeding at least.

"Coyote carved the both of ya up somethin' fierce... You okay, Larka? Square?" She asked, stooping down between the chimera and the wolf as she opened up the kit.  

[shruikan]

Square huffed in amusement. "It takes more than a slice to the leg to stop me."
She still held up Larka. "How are you feeling? Do you think you need to sit down?" She could carry her if needed, bad leg or not, or Zeren or even Shrui. Wait a minute.
"Where's Shrui?" Square asked, looking around the deserted tavern. "I haven't seen her since all hell broke loose. Shrui? Shrui! Where are you?" She yelled into the tavern. There was no response.  

[DarkWolfLove]

Larka grunted with the effort it took to try and stand on her own while Square lifted her off the floor. The gatorcat was injured as well, so it would be pathetic if both of them fell over. But her body was just too worn. The she-Wolf sagged against her friend and let her head and ears droop. "Sitting down might be best for both of us," she panted. She gritted her teeth and pulled a chair towards herself, which she quickly slumped into. Her battered body screamed at the firm contact to her sensitive skin and muscles. She blew air through her clenched teeth and waited for the aid kit to reach ********' a. Who knew drama would blow in and out so quickly," she tried to make a joke of the evening, but it was hard enough staying conscious, let alone talk at length. She leaned back against the chair and let Zeren do all the work. He was female now, a cute little retriever. Hehe, a retriever that would retrieve s**t for the invalids. "Fish sounds nice..," she mumbled idly.