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[deepwallow]

Harold said nothing. Let Dari handle the talking. Right now, he was having a hard time just standing, let alone hold a conversation. He felt light-headed, probably from the blood loss, and so, so sleepy........ JonJon bumped Harold's leg, startling him a little. He couldn't sleep, or he may not wake up. So instead he stood there, determined to stay awake and stand

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"He's an injured crow- why did you let him live?" One asked angrily.

Dari rolled her eyes, "I'd much rather fight a healthy crow."

[deepwallow]

Harold continued his standing, but he could feel his conscious slipping slightly, his damp hair covering his eyes as he store there, clenching his teeth. Were they going to move or just stand here?

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"We're taking him with us," Dari said flatly.

"I'll kill him if he slows us down."

[deepwallow]

Harold just stands there, silent. His soaked hair covered his eyes, also giving them a bit of shadow so they were harder to see. However he just stood there, waiting for the wildlings to move

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Dari turned to him and Jonjon, gesturing for them to move, "You're alright...for now. I'm not sure how long everyone will be "okay" with a crow in our midst."

[deepwallow]

Harold only nodded his head slightly, reserving his strength for the walk. JonJon looked at her impassively, but seemed to understand

(Time warp?)

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It was obvious, by the way they were walking, that Harold was not going to get to the Wall anytime soon. When the sun began to set, the wildling group stopped to make camp for the night.

[deepwallow]

The whole walk, Harold had remained silent, trusting along with his head slightly lowered. JonJon stayed at his side the whole time. However, when they reached camp, he had kept trudging along slowly, strangely. JonJon made a growl noise in his throat and bit the leg of Harold's pants to stop him

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A gentle hand wrapped around his arm, "It's time to rest, crow." Dari murmured.

[deepwallow]

Harold stopped but then suddenly fell without warning and without a sound. JonJon walked over to his side and nuzzled his face, moving the hair out of the way. Harold's eyes were still open half-way, but they were glazed over and unseeing. He had been walking unconscious for more than half the trip, stubbornly following

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Dari chuckled and grabbed the crow by the underarms, propping him up against a tree as she got her tent set up.

[deepwallow]

Harold laid there, unmoving except for his low breathing. JonJon stretched and laid down next to Harold, watching Dari work curiously

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The blonde had donned another fur coat, this one a little less extravagant. She worked without talking, completely absorbed in her task. Pretty soon, her tent was pitched nice and sturdy. She stepped back and smiled in satisfaction.

[deepwallow]

JonJon blinked at it and stood. He turned and, grabbing Harold's leg in his maw, dragged the unoccupied crow into her tent without a moment's hesitation, glancing at her for a second

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She giggled behind her hand and ducked into the tent, "Thank you," she murmured to the Shadowcat. Henry looked pretty ridiculous being dragged by a giant cat.

[deepwallow]

JonJon dropped Harold once inside and made a slight growl noise before laulyig down next to Harold again, who was still sleep. Though there was a slight red trickle of blood coming through his furs from his side

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The wildling sighed and knelt beside him. She peeled away the furs to check on the bound wound. It was bleeding through and she carefully uncovered it. While applying a little pressure to staunch the bleeding, she got a clean strip of leather to bind it.

[deepwallow]

Harold growled in pain and consciousness returned to his eyes and he looked at her. "Bleeding again, huh?" He asked through clenched teeth

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"Probably the long walk that did it," Dari replied nonchalantly, "As long as it stops, you'll make it through the night."