Feather in my Cap

Dómari had been subdued since the raid, preferring to keep to himself and linger around his den. Partly on the healers orders and partly because he simply hadn't recovered from the violence he'd seen or his realization of his own capacity to wound. He'd never experienced anything like it and he worried that it might happen again. Dómari reached up and scratched absently at the mashed herbs that marked the middle of his forehead where a deep gash sat boiling and red. There was a good chance it would scar but if he followed the healers instructions to the letter he might be able to move on without a mark from that raid… well, any physical marks.

The youth closed his eyes and rested, taking in the summer sounds around him and the lazy humming of various insects. In the distance was the soft roll of thunder but it still seemed far off and so he contented himself in just laying still for once… until the sound of pawsteps caused his head to jerk of violently. "Oh! OW!" Dómari flinched, the sudden movement causing his head to sting violently. When he oriented himself he saw a man that he recognized from the meeting but didn't really know. "Uh, hi there, what are you doing?"