Northstar Vale gone squatchin'

Why he had descended from the mountain, he is not sure. Well, that wasn't true. He was in a way, but there were just too many reasons to settle on one. The days spent pondering over the brute's words was like torture. His head ached from the constant back and forth of denial. There was still this urge to travel the world, to run, but something kept him grounded in Courtfall. Fear maybe. He doesn't want to lose himself to another man. He does not want to risk—

The sounds of roars and screeches cut the thought short. The low hum of battle is not something he was used to hearing; he especially didn't expect to hear it within the boundaries of the court. He was tempted to turn around, but ultimately stayed. He couldn't deal with himself for a moment longer. Besides, the voice beckons him now. A good distraction.

As he draws closer, there is a metallic aroma that strikes his nose, an abundance of it. Cupid picked up his pace and soon he found the source of it all. There was a woman, bleeding from the neck and shoulder and the trail she left led into a dark cave.

What's in there? It wasn't the most appropriate response in a situation like this, but the words are too quick to stop. It's been a common theme for the past few days.

Nevermind. Hold still. He lifted a paw off the ground, intending to place it on her neck. And if she allowed that, he'd place the other on one of the slashes on her shoulder.