Wheeling Gull Isle bismil

He is both aware and unaware of his injuries. He feels the pain and the sting as they are inflicted, smells his own blood mingled in with the blood of his aggressor and of his packmates. But he is numb to them through a combination of adrenaline and a primal need to protect his mate and his fellow seawolves as much as he can.

When Aditya staggers back he moves forward with the intent to keep trying to force him further away but something in his expression makes the Gampr pause as the other man breaks down into tears – it is only then he becomes aware of Seelie’s injury. His gaze snaps to the side, fixed on the crimson pooling in the sand at her feet. Your job to keep her safe, you failed. He moves as if to take a step towards her, but he is not a healer, not a medicine man of any kind; he will only be in the way of those that can administer aid, he knows this. And it pains him to not rush to her side, but Komodo is there, and he trusts the man to tend to her.

His focus realigns on Aditya – and it is a good thing, because if he had witnessed Seelie’s attempt to leave the scene and her following collapse, it might have blinded him with anger and caused him to seek to dish out further injuries. Instead he only stalks forward, tail curled over his back and teeth bared, echoing Moorhen’s words and Rokig’s silent but forceful message; “Leave. Now.”