Take two aspirin and insult me in the morning
08-23-2015, 05:45 PM
Walk | Talk | Think It was done and over with now. The raid was lost and the Yfir wolves had received their reward, and as much as Miksa would have preferred to head straight to bed and try to pretend it was all some terrible dream his injuries very adamantly said no. There would be no sleep just yet, or at least not until his jaw had been tended to and the pain in his aching shoulder subsided enough for him to relax. Even with everything over the white wolf felt tense, and each limping step he made away from the border was slow, small, and cautious. Any jostling motion was going to make his shoulder ache, and any cringing expression he made was sure to make the bite wound to his face act up. All in all, he felt like he was in a pretty bad spot. He was not sure where he was going to go - sleep would not welcome him but he hardy felt in a good enough condition to go trekking across the territory, but as he spotted the owl that appeared to be trying to get the attention of anyone heading back into the territory from the raid he hesitantly followed its direction. Not at all sure what he was going to find, Miksa kept at his slow, careful pace, mindfully keeping his left foreleg suspended, and eventually came upon one of the Threar wolves. Though he was unsure, he caught the faint whiff of plants - medicines, he hoped - and still hobbling along he wandered silently closer. |
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