White December

"Carl, you're walking too slow," she barked to the babe, working large feathered hooves at a slightly slower pace than usual. Ever since the llama had hatched, her entire world had changed. Everything revolved around Carl, when they ate, when they slept, and most of all how fast they moved. She had been able to walk across the entire herd in a span of a few hours, but with Carl's small, still weaker legs, it took her about a day now. Grumbling under her breath she could feel the lack of shits the companion gave about their predicament. He didn't seem to hold much emotion, and it fascinated yet concerned the ivory lass. Before she knew it she was approaching a stream, pausing for a long drink, as the harsh sun had caused her coat to become slicked with sweat. With every gulp her body relaxed, the icy liquid seeping into her throat and rehydrating its once parched state. Her breath eased into a slower tempo, body heaving after taking a final gulp, and letting the water drip from her smoky maw as she pulled away from the water source lazily.

Only when she had begun to turn did she notice the figure across from her, fleabitten and grey like she, long white mane and tail draping over an entirely emaciated body. Steel eyes widening, December wasted no time in crossing the expanse of water to the other side, coming to the male's side and attempting to press his side should he need support. The shock was hard to hide from her expression, but after a moment passed she managed to conceal it behind an expressionless face, and she dipped her head to his level, searching his eyes for any sign of actual consciousness.

"Speak if you can. Are you awake? Do you know your name? I am December, I will find a medic to assist you, or something." she was emotionless even in her tone, voice deeper for a woman and coming out evenly. She temporarily ignored her companion, who was sending her emotional vibes of irritation at being left on the other side of the river, and simply kept right at the grey's side, watching for any signs of life. She only moved to swiftly search of something warm for him to rest on, leaving his side briskly and into the trees for a moment, searching for important supplies. She had found rather large leaves, slightly smooth to the touch and flat, and with a sudden jerk she pulled a few free from the tree, bringing them back to the area. She placed them in a small patch, enough for a grown horse to lay on. Her eyes looked to him to see if he was still okay, before vanishing again to search for more nesting material. She grabbed anything that looked soft and warm, holding it between her jaws and against her neck with her maw, bringing back a rather copious amount and dropping it around the makeshift nest.

Coughing to remove some of the debris that had gotten into her throat, she checked on the stranger again with a simple glance, still ignoring Carl who was practically seething at this point. He would bleat every so often in her direction, which didn't even begin to express the fury he truly wanted to unleash upon her, but December didn't care. She was determined and on a mission, trying to help this man in any way she could, even if he didn't want it in the end. He was nothing but skin and bone, clinging to the last threads of life, and it terrified the mare at the thought of watching someone die when she could have stopped it. Now on autopilot, she began to process of pulling up large strands of grass, bunching them into her mouth and holding them tightly, making multiple trips back to the nest she had made.

When she deemed that the amount she had gathered was enough sustenance, she walked back to his side, reaching her muzzle out slowly, hesitantly, attempting to give a kind gesture of contact, to remind him he wasn't alone. Her eyes searched for his brown ones, silently taking in everything about him in this moment as the sun continued to penetrate their hides. They were both brilliant flowers now, glimmering like dew-ridden petals after a fresh rainfall, standing in this silence as a llama sat on the other side of the stream, sitting on his haunches and now pouting. There was only a couple more breaths of nothing before December finally spoke again," I've mad this for you. You need rest and food, lay down and eat. Regain strength. Should you need to be alone I will take my leave, but I will come back periodically to check on you." She didn't see her words or intentions to be rude, simply a matter of fact decision. She didn't want to bother him if he wanted peace, but she also was going to make sure she wasn't leaving him to wither into nothing. She would be back, but should he also want her to stay, then she would, making sure he made it through the day in comfort.

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