Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

Reila wanted to plead with him the importance of using the haze on her. For him, maybe for her, for the pack it was crucial if only to herself to be locked into her submission when she went into these violent episodes. It was really so unlike her to behave this way, but she couldn’t help if she believed she was back fighting in the tournaments. And it seemed to just be getting worse. She bit her tongue, obviously holding back from what she would tell him. She couldn’t just forget everything that happened prior to Fenmyre.

He went to patch the small wound and then went to strap himself to the cart and drag it through the mud. She approached him from the side, her paw reaching up to wrap around one of his own to get him to stop. "We should wait until morning. I can find you something for the wound and the grounds will be drier." She hoped he would take her advice but she supposed she couldn’t stop him. "You can stay by the cart." She offered, not wanting to risk another attack on him.

"Reila"