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Ooc — Natalie
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Her whine was echoed by the broken sound of his own. The small act of her company was enough to rouse peace within him, the beast lamely trying to beat his tail against the snow in the sudden recognition of Xi'nuata; it merely gave a sad thump compared to what was his usual greeting. He struggled with more complex expressions, a turmoil of feeling surging within him but thoughts lingering on the fringes for him to pick at with small consideration. There was relief at being found, but a phantom of fear had shadowed him: of wasting away in this lonely grave not to be found. He was not so much frightened of dying; he was afraid of being alone as he did.
But his packmember came with a ray of hope which pierced him. He'd struggled with forming the words others so often wanted from him, despite his faults he always intended to give his full effort when trying to appease them. These question came with a heavy importance, and so his eyes closed briefly to focus his efforts. Will move.
He insisted, having tested himself and knowing that he could attempt it again and with some assistance he could probably balance himself onto his feet. As he spoke he could taste the thin layer of blood coaxing the inside of his mouth, he could not asset whatever damage had been done to it and what connection it had to his labored breathing.
Leg.
Weakly he motion behind him, his right hip no longer bleeding freely but the flesh was left exposed, blood having stained through the mesh of snow and dirt beside it. Again he was met with a new wave of iron on his tongue, coughing after his attempts to speak. He'd been left with a sharp ache that seemed to clench around his entire being, but he didn't feel the need to try and let Xi'nuata be aware, claiming to himself it would eventually leave him. It was not the first time he'd been slammed against something hard, only this was with a force hundreds of times stronger than what he'd experienced before.
And since had no other way to explain it, unfamiliar with the definition of internal bleeding, Leatherface did the best that he could,Chest... pain. Blood.