Moonspear blood makes atonement for one's life

Her voice scythed, and he did not have the force of will to contend with her fire in that moment. He buckled. The childish stomp of her paw made his attention drift towards the dirt, but when she mentioned one of his sisters Revui's eyes lit upon the woman's features in brief contention. The threat of calling for one of his more brutal sisters was enough to make him huff to himself and otherwise do as commanded.

He drew away from the trees and settled on an exposed patch of eager little flower buds, crushing them beneath his broad chest as he sprawled in the dirt. A sense of relief flooded through his body thereafter. Revui remained somewhat guarded; nursing the emotional wounds that his loss had left behind more poignantly than the physical aspects he could not tend to easily.