Mortem perked her ears then flattened them, leaping backwards and racing with all her might to the house. Her legs connected with the ground and propelled her forward as the wind tried to rip her fur out. She kept running, dodging trees and rocks that seemed to leap into her path. Her breathing ragged, she skidded to a stop near the yard. Trotting over to the porch, she nudges her head under his body, shifting so he slides onto her back. In feral form, she canters carefully, slowly adding speed to get him to a hospital. She howls and turns to Scyler, quizzical.