Chapter Four

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I decided to remain in my spot, but I still worried about Ratanic.
Is she okay?
Will Ochaila be angry at me?
The keepers entered the bowl. Four were carrying a large, long blanket sort of table. Another two followed behind, one walking over to me. I sunk down, scared. "It's okay, Taliku." The keeper mutters, getting on it's knees. It grabbed my wrists and put my paws down. I couldn't see Ratanic from here, the keeper was blocking my view. I whimpered, the keeper starting to stick a bandage on my cut. It wiped off my muzzle with a cold cloth and got up. I shook my head and rose to my paws, tempted to paw at the bandage. The keeper started to head towards the others, looking at Ochaila, who was laying under a few piled up rocks. He was watching the keepers. I looked over to them. They had Ratanic on the blanket, and they were carrying her into the room on the other side of the keeper door. The door shut as they all got in.
I slowly walked over to Ochaila, scared. He looked at me. I looked back, examining his gloomy look. He sat his head down on his front legs, silent.
"Y-Your not mad at me?"
"No, I'm not."
"B-But it's my f-"
"No it isn't. It's my fault. I shouldn't of been so violent, and now she's hurt."
I was surprised at the sudden shout, and sighed. "Again, I'm sorry."
Ochaila didn't respond. He closed his eyes, flattening his ears. I titled my head down and slumped over to the clearing.
What have I done?

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