Thread: Josu_T ~ Mountain Accident ~ D.E.666

For an hour, William stalked through the forest, listening and watching for any signs of game. He soon found traces of a cougar in the area. That set him onto high alert. He needed to be very careful. He started to walk big and tall. He needed to appear as large as possible to any cougars. He was not too worried. He had fought off a cougar once before. He had a scar on his arm because of it, but the cougar was dead. He went for another half hour through the trees. That was when he heard a scream. A woman was screaming the word Jewel He wondered what was going on. He moved fast in the direction of the cries. He heard more. Apparently Jewel was refering to a person. He remembered that there was a trail near by with a steep cliff in certain places. He guessed he was near one of those. He continued to run, hoping the person was ok. He heard the word cougar being screamed and he slowed himself. He eventually stopped and listened. He heard a struggle and the sounds of something being dragged along the ground. He swore under his breath and drew his knife. He moved silently through the trees. When he saw the beast dragging a female form, he knew what he had to do. He stepped out from behind the tree and yelled out at the cougar. He wielded his knife in one hand. The cougar stopped and looked up at him. He yelled out at it again as he moved closer. He readied himself in case the beast pounced at him. The cougar was not happy and he knew it would not run away. He was getting in the way of it and a meal. It would not appreciate that. Willam got closer and closer, prepared that at any moment, the animal could be flying through the air toward him. When he got close enough, he stared at the Cougar. He crouched and yelled at it again. Then he leapt toward it. He tackled it away from the girl. The cougar flailed and scratched him. He cursed and threw it off to one side. He got to one knee and leapt at it again as it got to its feel. He sent the knife into its side. He cut through it, leaving a large gash. He withdrew the knife and stabbed at it again. He stabbed it repeatedly. Once he was sure it was dead he cleaned his knife on the fur of the dead beast and stood up. He moved quickly over to the motionless female form. He frowned and knelt next to her. Luckily she had a pulse. That was a very good thing. He took off his pack and set it up so he could carry her home. He used his emergency medical supplies to bandage any wounds he found. He would need to clean the bite in her leg when he got her back. It would be bad if that got infected. He lifted her onto his back in the strap system and started the long hike home. The soft feeling of her chest expanding and contracting even a little against his back reasured him that she was still alive as he walked as fast as he could to get home so he could help her better. It was an hour later when he got her back to his cabin. He put her down softly and lifted her onto his bed. He tried to check her body for any wounds and found it hard checking through her clothes. He removed her clothing and hoped that she would not mind since it was in an attempt to help her heal well. He did not even look or care about it at the time anyway since he was more focused on helping her. He did a full check of her for injuries of any sort. He treated them using his stock of medical supplies. Once he was done bandaging her up and making sure she had no broken bones, he covered her with the bedsheets and a blanket to keep her warm. He went and washed the blood from himself quickly before getting into clean clothes. He put his things away and cleaned his knife and gun. Once it was all away, he made himself a dinner. He also prepared a soup for the girl in case she woke up soon. He ate sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching her, hoping she would be ok. Even with his help he was not sure if it would do any good. He was no doctor.