Tending The Wounded

*Gitan* · 11-11-2013, 04:22 PM

The man gritted his teeth against the pain in his chest. He was sure it wasn?t nearly so bad as it felt but? damn. Gitan lifted his gaze to draw in the sight around him. There were a number of woman milling about tending to the wounded. He hesitated for a minute; he really wasn?t too bad all things considered. His gaze fell upon a figure he recognized as one of the men he had charged into battle with, Tidus. He was being tended to by another Tortugan, though one he did not know by name. Gitan?s eyes narrowed as he swung his gaze back around. Where was Hansel? He had watched the male take on an Amenti woman with a few others before fleeing over the border? he should have been here.
He would keep those worries to himself however, frowning as a new thought entered his mind. Symphony? He did not know of her pack?s involvement in the fighting, if they were involved at all, but she had to know that his pack was allied with Valhalla. The male wanted to visit her? why? To let her know he was alright? but there was more?

((OOC note: Three mild lacerations on ribs and moderate bruising on left side.))

Speech,

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