How was it possible? That he didn't know. The figure right in front of him seemed out of a dream, something even he could have never achieved in his life. It had taken him months, almost years to be able to approach a Palulukan, and even then, it was with caution, knowing his death could be very, very close, but now? Maybe he was dead and just seeing a dream and not reality.

But when he approached, he realized, it was nothing but dreams or hallucinations, no, what was in front of him was real, you were riding a Palulukan, coming out of battle, war paintings on your body and weapons on your back, the mighty beast roaring.

You were injured, close to death when it found you, you had your weapons on you, sure, but when your gaze met the Thanator's, you just stayed quiet and unmoving, after all, it wouldn't be such a bad death, from such a mighty and powerful beast.

But no, the beast approached, slowly, cautiously, sniffing at you and your wounds with clear interest for the blood, but instead helping you onto its back, making tsaheylu, almost all by itself, before running to a familiar scent on you, you were almost passed you, and simply made sure to hold on.

And here you were now, the Palulukan having brought you to one of the Resistance's camp after an attack from the Mangkwan on you, Solek's scent familiar around the area and on you, the beast slowly laid down into the grass, at a good distance from the camp and with a roar of warning, gently helping you down.