Bloodied Snow

The clouds had been overcast when he had called for his alpha, and now they wept the beginning of winter rainfall. Soon it would be snowing but for now the wet sky-fall trailed downwards onto the bloodied snow and the body of who the crimson gore belonged to. Bane weakly raised his head and tried to shake away the blackness on left side and ignore the pain of his shoulder. The Talutah wolf let out a hoarse cough and lifted his head to look at the bloodied mass the was once his left eye laying in the snow. It could have been worse... Bane struggling to stand and succeeding after considerable effort, his shoulder leaking gore down his left foreleg. "Tahlia..." Bane rasped in sorrow. "Guess saying sorry doesn't work these days."

Was Loccian around? Did the healer leave before or during the maiming? He couldn't remember, the sensation of his eye being ripped away the only thing going through his throbbing head. Both eyes were now scarred, both shoulders were now scarred, Bane leaving behind him red droplets as he sought out his mate. The elder still had energy, and he would only use that energy to find the one he loved. The overpowering scent of blood rendered his nose useless, so he couldn't scent his way home, Bane doing the next best thing. The Talutah wolf tilted his head back and howled, the cry of the wolf echoing across the land of Seracia towards the one he loved, the ghostly call ending with a choked up sob. He would try to not cry when his mate came. Besides, the sky was already doing that for him.