The radiating sting at the base of his neck was impossible to ignore, but he did his best so far. The healing process of wounds was something the young man was incredibly experienced with, and though his pain tolerance was getting a bit higher.. the bruising and the soreness left by open puncture wounds were simply something no wolf would be able to just shake off completely.
He had been hanging close to the river that trailed through the valley, finding the sun of the West quite unforgiving to his pitch black coat- the coolness of the waters were his only solace, but now with the rain, he was able to venture out a little further. His paws moved slowly and without any real sense of purpose, he was simply exploring the lands that were so unfamiliar to him after his year away from Lirim. He honestly had no solid memories of this place, and it pained him.
As the rain picked up, he stretched out his neck as he stood in the green grass. His red eyes gently shut while he felt the rain naturally clean out the gigantic bite wound at the back of his neck. The drops rolled through the vales of the torn puncture wounds left behind by Elias' teeth, washing away dried blood and staining the grass at his paws briefly before the earth soaked it all up.
When you're taught to love everyone, To love your enemies, Then what value does that place on love?
