Erik found you in the smack-dab middle of battle, and yet he thought to just leave you there bleeding from deep wounds, something urged him to take you in. The large Viking man took you by both arms and heaved you over his shoulder, calling out to his men, declaring halt.

His amphicyonidae trotted over to him with one paw in the air, barking from whence he whistled.

And within seconds he was carrying you back to his ship, trusted companion by his side, men following behind.