Quinn watched Sage's amused expression for a moment before turning back to Sahara, actually looking a tiny bit worried. Was the mare luffing lik she did so much? The horse was very competetive... but she was a lot of bark and not a lot of bite. Liiiiike the 456 times she threatened to trample Sage. Quinn tried to stop worrying and sat back, finishing cooking the rabbit and giving most of it to Sage. "Eat up." She said quietly, standing to go get some more things ready

Sage hummed lightly and reached for the plate of food, gobbling it down happily. Then, he helped Quinn clean breakfast up and wiped his hands on his pants before checking his dagger was sharp enough. "I'll go hunt while you pack stuff up," he suggested. "I'm awful at organizing," he chuckled. He waited for her response before bouncing off into the forest.

Quinn nodded at Sage's first comment, stepping back and observing the area. At his second she grinned, a mischevious twinkle in her eye. "Oh, you? Bad at organizing? I would have never guessed." Quinn purred in a completely innocent voice, though she couldn't help but chuckle when Sage bounded away. She started cramming stuff into bags, putting the blankets in one and horse supplies in another, then saving two more for food and water.

Sage snorted and rolled his eyes at Quinn's comment, really just more amused than anything. But once he was far enough into the woods to hunt, he turned his attention to hunting, and sniffed around for a moment until he started following a deers trail. He wanted a couple different kinds of animals, but a deer would feed them for a few days, so getting the bigger animals first would be helpful.

Quinn finished sorting everything into nice bags and piles, cleaning up the campsite and making it look like nobody had ever been there. She still kept the fire going, though, to cook any meat Sage brought back. In the meantime Quinn boiled water, cup after cup and sealed bag after sealed bag to put into another bag she had.

Sage followed the deer trail to find an older buck. He was nice and big, which was a good thing. Sage crept up on him rather easily, and lunged, easily catching the deer's throat in his jaws and killing it. He hoisted it up and over his shoulders, carrying it back to camp. He'd go out again once he got this guy cleaned and on the fire to start cooking. If they made jerky out of their meat, they'd have plenty of food that would keep well.

Quinn tipped her head, hearing a twig snap. She assumed it was Sage, so she got up and walked forward. When a rabbit jumped out Quinn mentally scolded herself for not being more careful, but was pleased they could add to their meal. "You are in the wrong place, at the wrong time." She snorted, expecting the rabit to run away... but it didn't. Then it darted off, and everything happened rather quickly. Quinn heard a very familiar sound, an arrow streaking through the air. She ducked to the side as quickly as possibly, feeling a sharp pain in his shoulder. Quinn saw a man emerge from the brush, and she put herself on auto pilot. She grabbed her daggers off of her belt and chucked one at the man, hearing a roar of agony. -Hit him- She thought with a pleased look, then glancing at her shoulder. The arrow had gone all the way through, but she was losing blood fast, and already feeling woozy. -It'll be fine the arrow didn't hit any major arteries. Sew it back up after bashing this guy's brains in- Quinn thought to herself, grabbing another dagger and half stumbling over to where the man had fallen. She let out a little muffled shriek as he lurched up and slammed his fist into her face, sending Quinn pretty much flying backwards, but she scrambled up quickly and threw another dagger... this one not as succesful. The only good thing about this... the man lumbered away as fast as he could with a dagger still stuck in his thigh. Quinn's shirt felt wet with blood, her vision was swirling, and then everything went black.

Sage was wandering along at a leisurely pace, but when he heard someone yell, it caught his attention, an doanic washed over him. Quinn was alone at the campsite...and there was obviously someone there with her. He moved into a sprint and burst into the clearing, plowing right through whoever it was that was there. The man fell, hit his head, and passed out, so Sage left him there, dropping the buck and falling to his knees beside Quinn, who at that point was unconscious. He stared at her for a moment, panicing....he wasn't a doctor. He didn't know what was happpening. But...he did know how to sew up a wound. At least, he'd found a way that worked, even if it wasn't technically the 'right way' medically. So, he snapped the arrow in half and pulled it out as gently as he could, putting pressure on the wound as more blood bubbled out from the wound as he reached for the jugs of water. He poured some over the wound and then used his shirt to pat it dry before quickly sewing it up. Then he rummaged through the herbs, trying to remember which ones smelled like the ones she'd used to keep things clean and not infected before, and putting a paste of them on her shoulder. Once that was all done, he sort of just curled around her protectively, determined not to leave her side until she was awake and felt better.

Everything hurt at this point, but the pain was centered in Quinn's shoulder. -Wake up wake up we gotta get moving the wound is barely a prick it's fine wake up wake up- Quinn's brain just made her feel more tired, blabbering on and on. It worked though, and she finally came to consciousness, wincing at the newfound sharper pain in her shoulder. She could feel Sage had done something... and that was very helpful. Quinn could also feel anger and fear coming off of him in waves, just making her feel more nauseous. "Hey Sage... did you get meat?" Quinn's words felt slurred but she forced her mind to quickly clear, sitting up with a grimace.

Sage stayed hovering over the girl protectively, though he looked down at her worridly when he felt her shift around. He was rather surprised at her comment, his worried brain not really understanding why (and how) she was asking about the meat when she'd just passed out from blood loss. "Well...yeah, I did, but Quinn you should worry about - " he was cut off when he felt the man from earlier grab him and try to yank him away from the girl. His brain still wasn't working very well, but instincts told him to fight, and to protect Quinn. So, when the man tossed him to the side and sent him flying before reaching for Quinn again, his more...wolf instincts took over. He bared his wolf teeth he usually kept hidden and crouched, lunging at the man with a snarl and barreling into him. He dug his nails, which were really more claws than human nails in this situation, into the man as they struggled on the ground, the man reaching for his gun and letting lose a few shots, thankfully none of which landed. By then, though, Sage had twisted his body in a way he could sink his fangs into the man's throat and hold on until the body stopped thrashing and went limp underneath him. Once that had happened, he crawled off the man and pulled him along, dragging him by the neck out of sight and down to the river before bouding back to check and see if Quinn was ok. He really hated killing people like that, but not when they were hurting him or the people he loved. Which was Quinn. He suppposed the horses didn't count as people, but if someone tried to hurt them, he'd kill then too. He just hoped he hadn't freaked Quinn out too much by going feral.