Fight for it

Perhaps fighting the cat had been a bad idea. The pride he felt for killing the beast did not wane, however, his adrenaline did. As it faded the light sting from his wounds began to amplify into painful throbs. Sandor groaned quietly as he licked his shoulder, closing his eyes as he tried to push the pain away. With eyes closed he didn't see Holland approach, the sudden, blunt voice startled him causing Sandor to lurch painfully to his feet as eyes snapped open. Sandor eyed the male warily, forgetting momentarily to check for a pack scent, when he finally used his nose the boy relaxed a bit and lay back down slowly. Where did it hurt most? "My head...and back leg." He finally answered after a long pause to concentrate on the pain to figure out what exactly hurt most when it seemed all of his nerves were firing signals of pain to his brain. His shoulders stung, but his head and back leg throbbed painfully.