Swiftcurrent Creek the wounds that cut the soul

okay keeping this vague until spars done

jace sat by the river blood dripping from his wound in his throat. still tumbling down from his anger filled spar his eyes held a red tinge to them and he still held growls and snarls in his throat. but with the feeling of anger there was one of despair for he was uncertain if ferdie was going to come back to them he was close to madness and it had been proven today on the blood soaked ground.

He hoped that he hadn't scared the girls to bad. He snarled as he moved his shoulder and pushed it back into place from where it slipped out. A darkness swirled in the air the night air cooling him but the moon glinting off the water gave him enough to see.