The Sunspire I hate that it hurts to care

@Fang

Jace limped down the mountainside his left shoulder hurting like an absolute b***H the slash in his muzzle healing but scarring leaving a permanent white line down the side of his maw giving him a sinister look. The wound on his right shoulder ropy and raw and bald. And all the sides around him where numerous scratches and bites littered the already wounds that he wore.

He sat to his haunches burning pain searing his flesh from the inside out as he moved and the tendon ripped and moved more than it already did. He tried to baby it, but he feared that it would not get better and he would always have this limp. It bothered him to a degree, made him feel like less of a wolf, less of a man, but he shook his head and sat as the sun began to set and the moon took it's place.