Bitterroot Valley space is about to fold

The pain intensifies with each second that passes, making him more desperate until the grip finally falls away. He staggers back several feet, gasping, leg held awkwardly above the ground. The smell of blood hangs in the air. His ears flatten as his gaze finds Kratos, chest tightening when he notes the tucked tail. I'm sorry. I didn't think... He falters, ashamed and in pain, and fails to find his voice again.