Clash in the veil

The lightningstruck stallion watched as the wolf swiftly ended the jaguar's life with a precise strike to its throat. The cat's struggles ceased, and Uruk felt the weight of it lessen as its life drained from its body. He finally managed to shake the lifeless feline from his horn, and it fell to the ground with a dull thud. His chest heaved from the exertion, and he couldn't help but notice the deep scratches marring his hide, blood trickling down to the dirt.

When the wolf, the Obscura Sovereign unbeknownst to him, offered her help with a wink and a nod towards his wounds, Uruk hesitated. Pride told him to refuse, but practicality won against it. He gave her a curt nod, acknowledging her offer. With a huff, he lumbered toward a pool, easing his large frame into the warm water. The heat seeped into his muscles, soothing the ache from both his travel and the fight as he settled down, the water lapping gently at his wounds. He glanced at the wolf now that his shoulder was more at her height level and gave her a nod, waiting for her to begin, still not entirely comfortable with the idea of being fussed over, but recognizing the necessity.

"Speech"