the good, the bad, the ugly

Pyrrhic settled in sphinx-like off to Eligos' left side and crossed one foreleg over the other. While he waited for the meeting to begin he rolled his left paw over and reexamined a tear that ran across the central pad. At some point during the raid he'd acquired it, but adrenaline, perhaps, had dulled his notice of it until all was said and done. It wasn't until the pain of it had necessitated limping that he'd really taken stock of the injury. The placement was unfortunate, but the wound itself wasn't serious. It promised to be a nuisance for weeks to come.