Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

Tarnish trudged along after Jael, relieved to see that his sister was breathing and alive. His head ached from being bowled over by his larger his opponent, tossed onto his back. It hadn't gone at all like he'd expected it to. He long imagined returning victorious from the raid with his first ever win but instead he'd lost his match, right out of the gate. It was a humbling experience. Clearly, he had more work to do. Tarnish followed along with the group, noting his father's sour expression and assuming it was that they had failed to live up to his expectations. It had been a tight match and of the new litter only Calliope had snatched a victory.

They crossed into home territory, Tarnish flinching at the salt water's affects on his wounds. Arriving on the beach he shakes the salted water from his coat as well as the remaining mud now softened by the swim. His father calls for them and Tarnish swallows nervously. He was pretty sure it was time for what Worc called an ass-chewing. Tarnish entered the meeting and moved to sit next to Jael and Siduri, reaching out to gently try and nuzzle his sister's cheek. He wasn't a healer, he'd leave that to Sakana but he did want to try and comfort her. The smell of blood was still strongly noticeable.

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