Heron Lake Plateau theodore rex

The sight was like nothing he'd witnessed before - the clash of teeth and claws, the spray of crimson blood and the vicious snarling that wracked the air in bellows of violence. Perhaps he would have been able to better contribute to ridding the plateau of the creature if he had experienced fighting before, but, in truth, he had not. Most of his time had been spent within the center of the redhawk territory, and only recently had he begun traipsing on the other side of the borders. He was almost as inexperienced as a newborn.

Cinder shut his eyes.

Only when Phox's voice rang out through the clearing did the youngster look again upon where he had stood, and trembled at the sudden silence. The lynx's body lay limp on the floor, alongside a streak of silver that caused a wave of confusion to shudder through his skull - paws struggled to lift himself up after the weight of his shock (the encounter had been over almost as quickly as it had begun), and youthful eyes tipped back to peer in dismay at the sight of only a bloodied grey tuft at his rear. His tail was gone, and only a stub remained.

Nausea.

He felt dizzy, and wobbled as he stepped forward to exit his hiding spot. The blackthorn slunk toward Phox, feeling the numbness begin to wear off and the stinging discomfort start to take effect. His body moved close to the older wolf, taking comfort in the protection he brought - ordinarily, he would have so many more questions to ask, but the pain was sickening and he was still stunned by the entire scenario.

He would recover, but for now Cinder focused his energies on walking steadily.