The Wolf In Women's Clothing

The sun stood high in the sky of the early noon hours of the small Bosconian town Akeem found himself in. A light breeze flowing in from the east as fluffy clouds sat high above him amongst the blanket of blue. He had gotten up early that morning to complete his research in the nearby forest, collecting several plant samples to take back to Galdrabók to study. Despite how calm and peaceful the day seemed to be he was still cautious of his surroundings, being told by his guild mates and master alike to watch his back in the shady country. Walking down an alleyway back toward his hotel, he heard what sounded like the pattering feet of someone running in the distance, a sound that could easily be explained by the playing of children some ways away. However, as he turned a corner, he felt the wind knocked out of him as if he had just been hit in the chest with a hard blunt object. He fell hard onto the ground in a haze, feeling an oddly warm weight on top of him as his blurry vision began to clear and an equally odd taste filled his mouth. Reaching up, to pull whatever object he was tasting from his mouth he was surprised to feel hair between his fingers, causing his head to jerk up suddenly to see what had just hit him to see a woman with pink colored hair laying on top of him. The sudden realization that it was a person that had ran into him full speed made him quick to get back to his feet, rolling the person off of him as he got to his knees. Seeing that she was no longer moving made the situation all the worse as he moved to lean her against the wall, placing his hand a few inches from her mouth the check to see that she was still breathing.

A flash of relief came over him as he felt her breath on his hand. Moving his hand away he tapped her cheek gently in an attempt to wake her in case she had a concussion. "Hey, hey, wake up. I'm sorry, I should've looked before I turned the corner. Are you okay?" He asked in hopes of getting a response. When no such thing came he began to wonder what to do, stepping away from the woman to think as he knew he couldn't just leave her here and carrying her unconscious body through the streets was not something he thought would be a wise choice either. He covered his mouth with his right hand as he wondered what he could do. Looking down at the woman she appeared to be nearly the same age and a bit shorter than himself. Leaning down to place his hand on her shoulder to shake her once more, he realizes for the first time since getting knocked onto his back that the woman was much cuter than he originally looked. He both mentally and physically slapped himself at having such a stupid thought while he had no idea if she was okay or not. The slap did help him clear his mind however as a thought swam forth from the depths, "Alice! Lady Alice will know what to do." He thought out loud as he reached into his bag and pulled out a round object, which began to glow as he fed his magic into it. The small lacrima had been given to him by Theodore in the case of an emergency that led to him needing to return to Galdrabók quickly. Grabbing hold of the woman's shoulder again, he activated the lacrima, closing his eyes as a bright flash of light surrounded them. When he opened his eyes the alleyway had been replaced by the entrance to the town of Galdrabók. Letting out a short-lived sigh of relief, he turned to the woman at his side who remained unresponsive as she grabbed her arm and threw it over over his shoulder, shortly followed by the rest of her until her chin rested in his shoulder in a piggyback riding position before he began walking toward the guild where he would hope Alice or Theodore were there to help him.