Blackfeather Woods You didn't see that coming?

Rearing and thrashing, a proverbial bronco in his own right, Pietro became instantly aware of another's approach. His first thought was that Burke had come to rescue him— as was his inherit duty— but as he found the violet-cobalt eyes of another, his sudden disappoint fueled the fire of his fear. Mikasi he recalled scathingly, as this was not the wolf meant to assist in the defeat of his attackers. He looked around wildly, still flailing his pained forearm until his own beryl eyes (intensely wide with hysteria) turned on the male as his wise words finally reached the comprehensive part of his brain.

"Water?" he blanched. "Water!" he barked, turning in a complete circle as his thoughts scrambled to remember which way he should go, and then streaking west towards the nearest stream. The pain was forgotten in his panic-stricken mad-dash to salvation. The only thing that mattered was that he reach the water, and when he did, the relief was instantaneous.

He crashed into a ice-cold creek, drenching himself as he completely buried his forehalf into the water, only standing when it became pertinent to breathe. And even then he didn't leave the water. He couldn't see the defensive insects float away from within his fur, but he would later swear that he felt them lifting away like a unlocked shackle. His leg felt less heavy, and he thought himself cured. It would be another few minutes before he realized the skin irritation was far from over. He heaved a sigh, relieved... for now.

His eyes suddenly searched for Mikasi, having the presence of mind now to thank him.