Of Moose and Femme - Part 4

Pull the harpoon things out. That is what Maggie heard. She dances back as the behemouth crumples to the ground. Anxiously, she glances around to be sure that no one was injured in the crush. Relief floods her when she sees that Merrisol is moving, which means that he is alive and relatively okay. Liya is also spotted, which adds to Maggie's relief and she offers the other members of their party a wan, fleeting smile that turns to concentration as she moves in close to the stink-tastic beastie. "It's okay, girl." A croon mared by a slight gag as the scent from the creature overtakes her. Calling on breezes, she guides them to gather the stink and bear it up and away, which will make working close to the creature sort of bearable. Grasping one of the shafts, she tries to draw it out but of course it sticks. Not thinking about the structure of the harpoons that she knows about she does not ease up, but pulls harder. Poor Nelly. The shaft draws out a bit more and sticks. So close. Maggie adjusts her hold and pulls yet again. Hard. Her efforts are for naught, however. For one thing, the barb at the end of the blade catches again. The jerk pulls Maggie forward, then her hands slip on muck and she looses her grip. Stumbling back, she avoids falling with a hop and a skip. That has to hurt! Tears well up in Maggie's eyes, though that could be from the smell... "Poor thing..." A moment's reflection and she adds, "This isn't going to work... What if we put her to sleep? Then we can cut the spears out... Could you and Liya heal her? Maybe if Kerf keeps her calm...? Or asleep? So it does not hurt so much?"

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