Bloodied Snow

The twice banished wolf's left foreleg twitched and stung from Seracia's best healer having cleaned it how she did. No fault of Loccian's certainly but the drying blood had to be remoistened and roughly struck out of his white-grey pelt's punctured and torn up flesh before it dried. Tahlia was staring at him now, and Bane stared back at his mate while observing the way she attempting to remain regal in appearance. Loccian's administrations had moved to the ragged strips of flesh hanging over his eye, Bane's vacant eye socket blinking away at her more gentle cleaning before she withdrew the moss suddenly to distance herself away from the two mates. Bloody tears feel along his face as his body tried to clear his lefts eyes blocked vision, an eye than lay strewn across the snow to stare up at the drizzling sky pulped and unblinking.

Bane stared at Tahlia for a moment, his tongue darting out to lap away the blood trickling down his muzzle skimming off the fur of his chest and leg. The fear of his was that should they'd embrace and he say what had happened and she'd recoil much like the time he asked her to become his mate. It was hard, and there was no real easy way to say it without emotions or shock. Tahlia's whine did it in for him, Bane releasing the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, speaking so that everybody present could head what had happened and answer Tahlia about who did this to him. "I've been banished... and I've no reason to say that who said so, because we both know who it was. It was me." A sense of vacancy suddenly overcame him, a dawn of realization that he had no worth or place in this land anymore. The blood tears and rain spoke for his sorrow, and a quiet and ghostly toned howl echoed across the forest to say goodbye to Seracia.