Form's A Bond

Talon raced through the forest, holding onto the back of the sabertooth as they moved swiftly. The tent, though unassuming, appeared ahead, its reinforced structure emanating a unique energy that transcended normal boundaries. The sabertooth slowed as they approached, and Talon gracefully dismounted, landing softly on the ground.

Looking back at the sabertooth, Talon felt secured knowing fully well that an SSS-Class Ranking beast was now at his neck and call.

In his arms, he held the small sabertooth cub,

"I got you right on time" Talon said as he cradled the little cub.

Turning away from the sabertooth's gaze, Talon walked towards the tent's. As he got closer, he noticed fluctuations in the air, almost like heat distortions. With a slight exertion, the spatial matrices parted, allowing him to enter the tent.

He quickly rushed to the far end of the tent, a pallet lay on the floor, bathed in ethereal light. There, David lay motionless, his fragile form covered in simple linens. Gwen,