I hear another gunshot, and quickly finish administering to Spirit. I whisper to Jackson,
"Keep them here. I will be right back." I then run out, wondering how many more friends I will have to save. I run out to the river, following Ambrosia's scent. I see her collapsed on the ground, and a bunch of humans. I become my huge, misty true self, and quickly dispatch the humans. Their bullets bounce off of what looks like my fur, but really it is quills. One stabs me with a dagger, and I roar in pain, but manage to throw him in the water. I then carry the other humans to a little hole in the bank, where I presume the tasmanian devils live. I tiredly pick up Ambrosia, seeing a weird blue sheen to her scars. I trot back home, knowing I will be up late, after everyone else. I feel a strong need to help all of them. I want to keep my new 'family' safe and happy. And to do that I need to keep the all healthy and safe. I won't fail again. A small tear runs down my face, and I angrily shake my head. I reach my den, and jump down. I feel a little trickle of tears run down my face, and I shake my head again. I don't want to appear weak. I can't handle people looking down on me for how short I am as a human, so I stay huge.

Ping

"Are you trying to get hurt?! That's dangerous!" Silk said, stamping a paw down and trying to resist a vocal tick

Elissa looked up from Spirit when Maya returned, a worried expression crossing her face when she spotted Ambrosia. "You don't need to do this all on your own you know. We're not expecting you to take out every human in this forest. Next time you go on some crazy rescue mission, tell me first so I can help," Elissa said, desperately wanting to help instead of sitting trapped underground.

*Josh (Human, Besides For Fang-ish Looking Teeth And Black Feathery Wings)*

I perch on a sturdy tree branch, wings tucked tight on my back. I peer down at the man below me, he looks remarkably like me except that where I am tall and skinny he is tall and well muscled. His muscles are thick where I am more scrawny although I am in great physical condition and he is probably my equal in a hand-to-hand fight if you don't take experience or age into account. He has the beginnings of a beard like he only shaved a couple days ago, and his emerald eyes are hard and cold. We seem to share many traits, as matter of fact anyone could tell this man is my father. He leans against the tree, fiddling with his loaded gun, eyes watchful and alert as he scans he area around him. He seems unaware that I am perched jut above (and slightly behind) him in the tree.

I nod at Elissa, but I can barely see straight. I am tired, and the dagger is still stuck in my side. I tend to all the wounded, then show everyone to their rooms. I rip the dagger from my side, wincing. I administer to my wounds, and carry the wounded to their own rooms. I finally trot to my room, carrying a bandage. I transform to my human self, and almost collapse from the pain. I pull myself together, and look at the huge gash, and wince. I carefully wrap the bandage, and collapse on my bed wearily. I sleep almost immediately.

((Josh or Jackson should be watching or something))

((Josh isn't anywhere near them a the moment XD))

Silk got up, and walked towards her room. Grabbing a warm washcloth, began to dab at the wound gently

Elissa followed Silk and knocked on the doorway gently. "Hey, do you need any help? I'm feeling pretty useless at the moment," she said, managing a small smile. This was definitely not how she was expecting her day to go.

"Pretty sure she's unconscious, dechu."