SEVEN NATION ARMY

He was done fighting; he had managed to beat the crazy skull wearing bitch who thought it a good idea to try and stake her own claim on him. Well he had definitely showed her that he wasn't about to be taken down that easily or at all. He was a Valhallan wolf, born and raised, and he would remain that way for the rest of his life. And there was no one that could or would change that for him.


Blood was oozing from his chest in rivulets, staining his silver pelt a deep crimson. He could feel the blood pulsing painfully beneath his skin, pain radiating all through his body. Breathing was becoming just a tad bit difficult now. He could see that his fellow packmates, family and friends alike, were still battling against the enemy, but as much as he wanted to continue on in the fray, he just didn't think it to be the best option. He was already severely injured and to throw himself into another fight would be to sentence himself a prisoner and the young Heir wasn't looking to put himself in that position. Not with the new rank that he had acquired. They had taken his sister, but they wouldn't be taking him too. Frame would turn away from the woman's slumped figure, limbs pulling the Heir out of the fray and towards the borders, hoping that no one would notice his exit. He needed to get back to Meili. He needed to find her and know that she was safe.


GAEL ATTEMPTS TO EXIT FOR THOSE THAT BELIEVE HE IS STILL PARTICIPATING