the few and the far between

"I was attacked," Bronze was able to speak between slightly labored breaths. Rakshra displayed little emotion upon seeing him so injured, but Bronze didn't expect sympathy from anyone, even the female who seemed to have enjoyed his company earlier.

"I don't know who it was... Or why..." he finally opened his eyes, gazing at Rakshra with a pained stare. He shouldn't expect anything from her, and yet he felt expectant, as though she might. Gingerly he leaned to lap at the deep wound in his side, cleaning it carefully. "I... I'm glad I found you." In his time of weakness, there was nobody who would rather be with right now. The brute weakly struggled to pull himself closer to the cave wall, thankful for its protection.