[[Omfg, it's soooo cute~!]] [[what time period is this in?]]

Zeak kept quiet during the whole time, not even whimpering when they started fixing his wound. His eyes were wide open, trying to take in ever color, every sound, every movement the new group made. He could hear them saying names of herbs that were called the same in his own tongue. He watched as they applied things from marked containers onto his leg and arms after they had ran a rough, wet cloth over his skin, peeling off the paint that covered him. Zeak winced as they stitched up the wound on his leg. He would most likely have a scar and will limp for a while, if not forever, because of it.

When the healers were done with him, they put him on a bed in another tent and Sam came in. The first words Zeak spoke since finding the girl was "Mountain cat? " When he realized that the man still couldn't understand him, he imitated the cat's growl and purr. Then he gestured to his hand and held it like a paw.

((idk I wanted your opinion. xD I think maybeeee... huh. I have no clue. o3o I can't post much because I have to go. Sorry about the fail post. O_e))

Sam tilted his head, but quickly realized it. He smiled slightly. It was quite amusing watching this boy imitate a mountain lion. He nodded quickly, saying, "Mountain lion," in response.

[[It be okay. Sorry for not replying sooner~]]

"Mountain Lion. Mountain cat. Still alive?" But, of course, the man still didn't understand the language. "Mountain Lion." He said, then took a few deep breaths and let them out. He did this a few times, trying to ask if the cat was still breathing.

((Yarr!! Rabbit! 8D *glomps*))

Sam looked utterly confused, and obviously didn't understand the boy. His eyebrows furrowed into a V as he stared at Zeak. He glanced at the nurses for help, but the nurses didn't understand it either. One nurse left, muttering something about attending to Jules. Another quickly followed suit, trailing after the nurse that left with bandages and ointment. The two other nurses continued viewing Zeak's wounds, occasionally dabbing at them with warm, damp cloths.

 [[ You can call me Rabbah if you want =3 ]]

Zeak growled and rolled his eyes. He ignored the healers and tried to stand. The wound in his leg hurt like nothing he had ever been through. He grunted and staggered, grabbing at Sam to keep from falling. Once he gained his composure, he started limping out of the tent, growling at anyone who got in his way.

It was time for Zeak to get back into the forest. But, halfway to the treeline, Zeak toppled over.

((Hehe, Rabbah. :3))

Samuel let out a sigh and waved at the nurses. They hustled over to Zeak. The two nurses quickly lugged Zeak quickly, but gently and carefully, back to the tent. Sam helped, and he was obviously confused with Zeak's behavior.

[[ Opa! ]]

Zeak growled in irritation and wiggled in their grip. "Help me walk or something!" He piratically snarled at Sam. His tribe was probably freaking out and would be on high alert until they find him. They would see the dead mountain cat and do what Zeak couldn't, cutting off it's right paw to prevent the cat from killing in the next life.

((D8 I will miss you Rabbah!))

Sam let out a low grunt, his eyes fierce and cold. He had no idea why Zeak was doing this, and he snapped angrily, "We're trying to help you, fool! You'll bleed to death. You've already opened up a wound." He tried forcing Zeak back to the tent, but Zeak slipped out of his grip.

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Jules glanced at Zeak and the commotion. 'Silly native,' She thought, her eyes slightly exasperated. She stopped herself. That "silly native" saved her life. Pausing in thought, she gently ran a hand over Pogo's head, his silky fur stained and matted with blood. Whimpering, Pogo licked Julienne's hand as the nurses helped the little dog. They had already stitched up Julienne's wounds, and the bleeding had pretty much stopped alltogether. She was going to be fine, but she had sprained her wrist and wasn't supposed to use her right arm at all for anything and would have to take it easy for the next couple days.

[[I'm back now~]]

 "Quit touching me!" Zeak snapped straight back in his tongue. This was seriously getting frustrating. If only everyone spoke the same language, this wouldn't be happening! The tribe boy growled again in frustration.

There was a familiar shout from the other side of the clearing. Zeak turned around to see a fellow hunter from his tribe and the chief's daughter. The hunter, Wolf, was wearing the same paint all over him and was holding his spear in a threatening manner. The girl, Kati, was wearing a short, paint splattered, cow-skinned dress that allowed her to move easily through the underbrush and a strip of cloth over her eyes. When Wolf spotted Zeak, he nearly dropped his spear and led Kati to the injured boy.

Sam hesitated, his eyes glowering. He shifted positions, glaring at the new natives hurrying over. "Who are you?" His voice was rough, but not unkind, and his eyes softened a little. He inclined his head to the natives, and said "Sam," motioning to himself with exaggerated waves of his hand.

((Fail post. D: I gotta go, that's why it's so suckish. :3 *glomps Rabbah*))

[[Omnomnom~!]]

Wolf introduced himself to Sam and Kati completely ignored him. The young girl didn't look at the other people like Wolf did, instead she kept tilting her head in a weird way.

[/fail, I gotta go too]]

((I couldn't find this RP. DDD:))

Julienne heard some commotion, and was immediately curious. She got to her feet, wincing as her wounds stung and throbbed. Her sore body wouldn't keep her from satisfying her curiousity though, and she eagerly bounded out of the tent, ignoring the shocked cries of the nurses as they tried to hold her back. She made Pogo stay behind though, because if the dog moved, his stitches would open up.

"What's wrong, sir?" She asked Samuel, her eyes curious. "More natives? Just let Zeak go with them. He's with his people now. No use trying to stop them. They obviously want him back. It's a trivial matter to argue over." Sam ignored her and glared at her, crossing his arms.
"Who appointed you as my boss?"
"Simply stating my opinion, Samuel." Her eyes were strong and she didn't back down. She crossed arms as well and stared Sam straight in the eye. "Why make trouble when Zeak is of no use to us? We can't even speak the same language as him! For goodness sakes, just let him go!"