Kintla Flatlands i wanna know what good love feels like

issun should’ve collapsed as soon as he walked out of that forest. it would’ve been the smarter thing to do anyway. the wounds he earned made traveling difficult, but adrenaline and rage kept him going.

the pain only set in once he realized how far he had walked. he sat down to examine himself. open wounds littered his torso. his foreleg was torn. and there was so much dried blood, burning him to a crisp in this weather. damnit. issun dragged himself away from the sun’s relentless heat.

he didn’t know a thing about herbs or healing but at least he had the sense to find water. the woman was barely noticed, he was too focused on the task.