[color=f7941d]“Wait, You’re hurt, Drink,”[/color]

Lob was about to head back up to the next tree then he felt a hand on his shoulder followed by a potion in his hand. As he drank, she put a strap of her cloth to bind his bite. He would have to think of a way to give back to he alpha as he drank the drink before heading off to the next tree. 

With his leg healing by magic, he managed to take a running jump and leap up to the lowest branch with outstretched arms and pulled himself up to the birdcage. Once more he took the chain and the branch to begin his chant as he twisted the teak until it gave with a resounding crash. Dropping the branch but keeping the cage, he lowered the prisoner down to the ground before taking the brush away. 

People were safe and the lady licker liked the bow... he needed to find a bow for the alpha female to thank her! He did not need them, but the packs always took the fallen trophies. Setting to work, he took to the fat hunter first to search him over. The last pack hunter told him of 'caches' like squirrel holes in rotten trees or under rocks to hide treasures. 

Lob lacked such subtleties so he merely flipped over boulders, tore off the clothes of the slavers or split rotten logs with his bare hands. He founds bags than jungled and tossed them into the middle of the campsite, ate some rancid rations he thohght the dogs would not miss, and SCREAMED in pain as something bit him!

Pulling his hand away, he saw the glistening silver of a blade butting out of s sliver of wood, unmarred by time or weather. He licked his hand for the blood and took the sword. He wasn't sure what kind it was, he didn't use them, but the way it tingled in his hand meant it was either magic or poison.

He brought the blade to the leader of the group.

[color=00746b][color=007236]"Hugh."[/color][/color]