Bitterroot Valley space is about to fold

The adrenaline starts to fade, and Zephyr's injuries hit him like a train, the worst of it being the puncture wounds in his leg. His side feels rather bruised, too, but that's easier to tolerate. He sinks back onto his haunches as Kratos speaks, blood running thin rivers down his limb and dripping from his paw. I know, He murmurs, voice strained, and closes his eyes. He hadn't really known, actually, but he'd figured — same thing.