Bloodied Snow

Bane swiveled his head more to the left, his only eye fixing upon Loccian. "I've been getting better, just not as much as any of us had hoped it seems." The twice banished Talutah wolf limped over too Loccian and sat as she commanded, asking solemnly when mentioning his new status, or lack thereof. "So that's the direction of where my family is... and all would have to do is get by you... but no, I'm not going to kill you, it would be a waste. Such raw talent as a healer, packs need them now that war has broken out." Bane gave her a lick on the nose, almost impulsively, but also in thanks as she cleaned him up. "That might have been uncalled for and I might get a nip, but I do know when to show and give thanks. You've been good to me in the past and I thank you Loccian, truly. As much as it means coming from me right now."

A breathy sigh was given as he turned his head to look at the Seracian healer and glance around her at the sound of slushed snow parting by a hurried pawsteps. The cavity where his left eye used to be continuously leaked bloody streaks down the left side of his face. Here comes Tahlia. "Hey you..." Bane spoke at her remark, watching his love tense up at his ragged appearance. Tahlia questioned Loccian, the wounded lupine noting her distress. He needed to tell her, tell her before Loccian could let the news slip out.

"Loccian, don't. I'll tell her... Tahlia... I have something important to tell you, and I want you to be strong, know that I will always love you and that you can find me just beyond the packlands." Bane shifted his stance slightly at the sudden wave of dizziness passing through him, the blood trickling off of his muzzle contributing to his lightheadedness. "Come closer. Tahlia."