Haunted Wood the darkness calls

He might be screwed, should she choose to attack. His leg was an undeniable weakness. She was big enough to pose a real threat, even if her combat skills weren't particularly impressive. The swarthy wolf braced himself even as he tried to breathe through the pain and prepare himself for the possibility of more.

But the she-wolf just laughed and turned, walking away. Although that was exactly what he wanted, her scoffing made his skin burn. He grumbled under his breath, his pride definitely wounded by the altercation. Although she had done as he asked, Peregrine definitely didn't feel as if he'd won.

He waited a while, letting the pain abate somewhat, before collecting the pika and what (little) remained of his dignity, then hobbling home.