Broken Antler Fen Time will tell.

I had some plans with him but, fuck it, lets just make this easier.

They bickered like children over him, to which Lazarus was only dimly aware; he felt the growing swell of pain throughout his body and the difficulty of staying lucid while the sea of sensation flooded him. And when yet another creature slipped on to the scene, and the healer who had brought him this far was adequately distracted by not one but two obstinate subordinates, the groggy beast tried to lift himself to his paws and creep away. He didn't know where to go, but surely this was not a good destination. He had to recover, and find the mountain, and Amekaze, and --

but Lazarus barely shifted more than a step or two before stepping down (out of habit) on his missing limb, which sent a flare of pain and confusion all the way up his forelimb and in to his shoulder. He let out a noise as he went down, and in the chaos of that moment he fell improperly, having not adjusted to his missing limb or the weight distrobution, and something new cracked inside of him. A rib, perhaps. All he knew was that blood began to fill his throat; that every breath and swallow tasted bitter.

It was quick, and final, and the beast would leave the bickering creatures to their own devices soon enough.

RIP!