Ariel's fingers trembled slightly as she wrapped the bandage around the tiny creature's frail body. Its fur was softer than silk, a strange blend of deep silver and white, its six delicate tails twitching against her palm. It barely fit in her hand.
Its fragile body shivered against her touch.
"Shh… stay still," she murmured, her voice softer than she had ever spoken in this cursed place.
Its six tails twitched erratically, their silken fur glistening under the dim red glow of the chamber's torches. The scent of sulfur mixed with the faint iron tang of blood, a constant reminder of where she was—inside the castle of the Devil himself.
She wrapped its fragile paw in fresh bandages, the torn skin beneath already knitting together faster than any natural creature should have been capable of.
The little thing had barely made a sound since she had pulled it from the trap, but now, as she tightened the fabric, it let out a small whimper, pressing its tiny form closer to her wrist.
