The Sentinels forge me a blade

A few moments passed. Held in darkness. Glad for the embrace he was held in by the night-mother. If there were such thing.
Soon, too soon, he was awakening. Eyes slit open to find the other form rise with his own care. Rakk stayed where he was. He didn't care. He was hurting too much, too light. He heaved a great sigh that burned his ribs. Since when did his ribs hurt?

He lifted his head briefly only to let it slump back to his paws. Vision swimming. He was beaten and he accepted it. He groaned softly, content to lay for a few moments longer whilst the other was still unsteady. Make him think he was a death's door. He closed his eyes again. Hoping to be left.