The Heartwood Running down the halls

His correction didn't elicit a response from the woman, which only cemented Revui's thoughts on the subject. He was at fault, he had hurt one of his own - a wolf he was supposed to protect - and he had failed to kill the enemy. His sister Hydra had been right to warn him about his bloodlust; he should not have come barrelling in so readily, and called for help instead. But it was too late now. The stranger was injured and on the run. He was injured, and soon Speedy was finding a remedy for that. Nothing would fix the blow to his pride and self confidence though, which ached in the leviathan's deepest recesses.

Speedy left to fetch something, and Revui wallowed in his self-pitying thoughts until her return. Her warnings were met by moody little grunts of acquiescense to indicate that he'd heard her — and then she set about applying the moss to his wounds, soaking up the warm blood that coated so much of his silver coat. He winced and drew back his lips in protest but he did not lash out. We need to get out of here and get closer to home, Speedy urged once most of the blood had begun to coagulate.

Revui didn't need further prompting. He took a sharp breath in through his nose and forced himself to stand, only to stagger and lean against Speedy for support; with her aid he'd make his way back towards the mountain, but with every step he felt his spirit shrink. There was no way to explain what had happened - his parents would be furious, but most importantly they would be disappointed in his stupid attempt to play the hero.