Moonspear end of days

Floki could only be sure that the female was behind him by the string of muffled curse words that seemed to follow him. He didn't stop to turn around and check on her, instead focusing on getting to their destination without sustaining any more damage. The locusts bounced harmlessly off his haunches and shoulders, causing him to quicken his pace.

Soon enough, he slipped into the shallow cavern. It was just broad enough for the two wolves to enter comfortably without being on top of each other. Once inside, he pivoted, his mouth ajar as he prepared to address the stranger. But when he got a good look at her face, the only sound that he could make was a strangled squeak. Her right cheek was bathed in blood, seeping from the tightly closed eyelid.

"Holy shit," he exclaimed. He was no Thistle Cloud, and he had no idea where she was -- what the fuck was he supposed to do?! "Lay down," he instructed, his voice quavering.