Amaya called her pets over. Strata and her mate were limping. Khalil has a big wound on his back. Amaya's eyes reddened when she saw the state of her friends. She whimpered.
She took out more herbs from her backpack, pounded them and made a salve for Khalil. Then she stroked Khalil's neck and talked to him in a soothing voice until the tiger closed his eyes to sleep.
She checked her wolves and she found out that they don't have any external injuries. They would feel better after a night's rest. She thanked her friends for saving their lives.
She looked up the tree and beckoned for Kong to come down. The ape obediently jumped down from the tree. "Good boy. That was a great shooting. You hit a lot of heads huh." Amaya patted his head and he grinned foolishly at her.
