The war is over

OOC:Thinking Reek and Leu could use this as a healer thread for trades and such.


The bastard followed behind the others in an awkward, three legged lockstep, struggling to keep up and not tumble into the ground like his body wanted him to.  Everything was a haze since the bloodbath and the ragged wolf's vision faded in and out of focus as he panted heavily.  He had lost quite a bit of blood at the paws of the Rekkr and Reek struggled to stay coherent and alert as the world bent and breathed around him... distorting, twisting, turning.  A dizzy smog gripped his mind.

The long and jagged tear in his side where Tyrr had ripped into the bastard still slowly seeped scarlet.  With every step another shot of pain radiated from the gash.  If nothing was done, it would likely fester.  Luckily, the sea was close and the bastard could clean his wounds without the need for any anti-bacterial balm (even though he had none anyway... winter was a cold, hard, bitch).  Where the sequoias met the water, Reek followed Leucothoe blindly into the sea and collapsed into the shore break to be consumed by the waves.  The bastard grimaced in pain as the water ran over the laceration in his side... at least it would be clean.  

Reek's dislocated left leg dangled freely in the water.  It would have to be set soon, but, the ragged wolf couldn't set it on his own without risking a fracture to his rotator cuff. The angle was too awkward; it would have to be done by someone else. "E-ever, set a bone b-before?" sputtered the bastard between the waves as loud as he could, (which in this situation wasn't that loud at all) breaking the somber silence. "I can t-talk you th-through it."