Of course it was raining…. Aksel shivered and snarled. The words of his mother running through is head over and over on repeat as he struggled to process the encounter. The one woman he'd wondered about but never really cared to see had come waltzing back into his life without a care in the world and then proceeded to rip into him. The flesh along his back, over the top of his hips, lay open to the elements the wound worsened due to lack of padding, Aksel's violent movement to free himself of the woman's grasp, and the journey itself.
As nasty as the wound looked though it was his jaw that hurt the post. Fang marks traced red lines around his muzzle, the most severe cuts marking his lower jaw where his mother had fractured it, a hairline fracture on the left side in the center. It was easily the part of him that hurt the most. He just wanted to curl up somewhere safe but of course he was out on the dam plains and there was nothing in site to curl up under.
