Barrow Fields Dear hero imprisoned

In the moment that the grim wolf let go, Rysk knew he lost the fight. He scrambled upright. There was a stinging pain in his leg and he could barely put any weight on it. This fucker got me good he thought bitterly. Nonetheless, he didn't show this to his foe and clenched his jaws closed to suppress the pain. When the grey wolf spoke again, his words were clear and Rysk was in no condition to question him. He waited for just another moment too long before backing away - the brave fool that he was. Never liked the coast anyway he mumbled in defeat as he started in the direction of the mountains. His steps slow and painful.