Ocean's Breath Plateau Tonight

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Warbone did not want to linger. As the female withdrew behind her mate, urging him to come away from the scene, the brute stepped back as well, making it abundantly clear that he wanted to sustain no more injury over this particular situation. His leg was injured enough to cause a limp, but for no longer than the rest of the day. She had torn skin, but not tendon or severe artery. The back of his neck was beginning to sting in the ebb of adrenaline, but whatever wounds lie there would simply stiffen and crust in the folds of his thick ruff— and those toothmarks too would be forgotten in some days time.

As they retreated, so did he, largely dissatisfied despite having made the proclamation earlier that this would not be so.