No Future, No Past, All You Are Is Bear Food

Dómari sighed in relief as both women nodded to him to confirm that they were, at least mostly, alright. He'd have felt terrible if someone had gotten seriously wounded or killed because he wasn't paying enough attention. Relief washed over him and he sat heavily, trying to still the nerves in his body that were still hopped up on adrenaline. He glanced to Lúta and considered her offer. His neck was bleeding considerably and he had a long way to go to get home. Dómari nodded. "Yea, actually, that might be good. My pack is clear in the southwest so I've got a ways to go. My name is Dómari Xanilov by the way." He moved to lay down like a sphinx, utterly exhausted by the effort of the battle.