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Markal padded back into the clearing where Jazmine was and dropped the two dead hares in the middle. He went back and this time came back dragging the body of a wild boar. He shifted back and wiped away some of the blood that remained around his mouth from the kill. He walked over to the fire and stoked it a bit. He grinned at Jazmine. "I hope you're hungry. The boar is a bit small compared to the ones that usually roam around here, but it's still big enough to feed all of us till we're full and then some."

Jazmine grinned back at Markal. "I'll wake Tolora awake then." she said walking over to Tolora with a bucket of water. When she was standing over Tolora Jazmine quickly threw the water on her, tossed the bucket to Markal and jumped into a tree about 20 feet up. She sat on the bench giggling.

(Hey it't ShiningAngelOfDeath! I'm on a new account. )

Tolora jumped with her hands up ready to fight. She saw it was just Jazmine and Markal and scowled. Her brother looked wide-eyed at the bucket in his hands, not quite lucky enough to have discarded it as soon as he held it. Tolora threw a stick at him and it clipped him on the shoulder. "I'll get you back later." She and Markal tended to prank each other somewhat often, usually spurred on by the latter. He looked at Tolora then back at the bucket in his hands. "But I..." Tolora shifted into a tiger and shook her wet fur all over, interrupting what he was going to say as he was drenched too.

Jazmine was giggling so much that she fell out of the tree with laughter. When she hit the ground Jazmine let out a surprised gasp and look at her rapidly swelling arm.

Tolora was by her side in an instant. "Jazmine!" She gently examined her arm. It looked like she'd dislocated it. Better than being broke, but still bad. "Markal, you still have those pain pills?"

Jazmine looked at Tolora with tears in her eyes."It hurts really bad." he said leaning her head on Tolora and trying not to sob.

Markal rooted through his bag, the bucket discarded and forgotten on the ground beside him. He pulled out a small medicine container and read the label. "Here it is." He handed the container to Tolora and she shook one out into the palm of her hand. Markal went to get a cup of water and came back, handing it to Jazmine. Tolora gave her the pill and said, "This is to take to pain away. I'm going to have to put your arm back in place."

Jazmine took the pill in her hand and tossed it in her mouth shakily and took a sip of water. She handed the cup back to Markal and prepared herself for the worst, leaning against Tolora.

Tolora waited a few minutes to let the medicine kick in. "You might want to look away." She warned before she grabbed Jazmine's arm. Markal was looking slightly paler and already looking away. Tolora'd had to fix his arm when he'd dislocated it too and it was nauseating watching bones being moved around in his body. Tolora gently but firmly moved the arm and it fell back into place with a resounding pop.

Despite the pain killers, Jazmine could still feel the pain of Tolora moving her arm back into place. With an inaudible gasp the pain lessened, leaving Jazmine with a sore arm and blood running down her mouth where she bit into her lip on accident. "Thanks Tolora." she said looking up at Tolora loving face. "Can we go to Venice now?" she begged as a smile formed across her face.

She smiled and nodded. "Of course. Take it easy on that arm. I'll be sore for a while."

"Ok." she said getting up. "Do you have an old shirt or something that I can use?" she asked hopefully.

"Yeah, just a sec." He pulled out one of Tolora's old shirts and handed it to Jazmine. "Will this work?"

"Ya." she said as she ripped a shirts sleeves off, and ripped another 's sleeves off. She then tied the sleeves together and tied them to the corner of the shirt. Jazmine put the makeshift sling over her head and put her arm in it. "Tada." she exclaimed.

Tolora grinned. "Don't think I'd have thought of that. Watch out Markal, she might just take your place in creativity." Markal laughed. "She can create, I'll work on being destructive." He said mischievously.

"You do that, just don't practice on me!" She said laughing. Jazmine turned to Tolora. "Are we ready to go now?" She asked.
(Where exactly are they now? Like what country?)

Tolora went and kicked dirt over the dying fire, putting it out completely. "Yup, I'm ready."
(Bulgaria is pretty close, just have to go overland to Albania and catch a boat.)

(Ok because I have a suprise for when they get there > )
Jazmine put her hand in Toloras. "Are we walking or....." She let the end of the question hang in the air as she looked at Markal then Tolora.

Tolora grinned. "Running would be a lot faster. You could ride on my furry back again if you want." Markal had already taken cue and shifted to his own tiger form. He stretched like a house cat and yawned.