[h2][center][color=00aeef]Dances-with-Phantoms[/color][/center][/h2]
[color=00aeef]Dances[/color] studied the arrow head that was in her leg, figuring out how to remove it without damaging her leg even further. She finally held the wound open with one hand, grit her teeth, and pulled it out with her other one. As she was pulling it out, she felt a little snap, and it pulled free. Only thing was that the tip was broken off. She hissed in frustration, and also out of warning to the squat thing that had gotten too close. Earlier, when he had tried to touch her the way only a mate is allowed to, she had nearly taken out his eye with her long, sharp fingernails. She sighed, clenched her jaw, and carefully searched for the tip of the arrow.

She smiled in pained satisfaction when she pulled it out, and threw both pieces at her captors, laugh and sneering in contempt at them when they swore at her.  [color=00aeef][i]How humiliating,[/i][/color] Dances thought. [color=00aeef][i]To be caged like a Hound-of-the-Sands. When I get out of here, I will slit their throats with my throwing knife.[/i][/color] They had taken her throwing knives, as well as her bow and quiver of arrows. Feared though she had been, her former Tribesmen had been kind enough to let her keep her weapons. She then licked the blood off her fingers to clean them, and pulled from a hidden pouch in her top a small bone needle and thread made from the sinews of a gazelle. She threaded the needle, carefully wet it with her tongue, and began closing the wound in her leg with tiny, even stitches.

When she reached the end of the wound, she tied the thread, and bit it off before placing back into the pouch. Feeling better, she sat up straight and looked around, taking in her surroundings and marking possible escape routes. She saw a Etori'ka and sniffed the air to scent whether it was male or female. The breeze told the Tribe Elf that the Etori'ka was a female. Dances-with-Phantoms's ears twitched as she heard the squat creatures yell about the Etori'ka.

Dances made a sort of growling-barking sound at them, eyes dancing as she heard one of them complain that the Etori'ka had bitten his fingers off. [color=00aeef]"Serves you right, Ugly-squat-thing!"[/color] she yipped. [color=00aeef]"I shall get out of this cage, then you be missing more than fingers, you will!"[/color]