Bitterroot Valley one night only

Yes. She was fine, speaking and in one piece, and then there came crash relief. And yet with this emotion came sudden dizziness, and he blinked, struggling to orient himself in silence. His neck and chest were painted crimson by the blood which flowed from the wounds encircling his throat, made all the worst by the manner by which he had torn away from the coyote's grip. He did not respond for a beat, adrenaline fading and the pain of his injuries becoming apparent. 

He was suddenly aware of her actions, and nudged her shoulder in relief and gladness that she was alright. "I'm okay" he murmured, though that was obviously not guide the case. He turned his attention to her, fighting to ignore the dizziness and pain. "Are-are you alright? I thought- are you okay?" He asked, concern written all over his face. He leaned against her in the slightest, relief a crushing force. Suddenly he blanched as a sudden wave of dizziness became unbearable, but he said nothing, not willing to divulge just how poorly he was faring yet.