Hoshor Plains Been there, done that, came back

Run, run, run, it was all he knew how to do. Ruvik fled the scene as soon as he had been able, heading in the direct opposite direction of both the pale beast and Huā. The wound where it had struck him still ached and had become a disgusting patch of red-brown scabbing, though thankfully (and surprisingly) he had avoided infection for now. Perhaps it was due to the rain that relentlessly hammered upon his back as he trudged on aimlessly.

He wasn't particularly sure where he was going, but Ruvik found himself lost in a wide stretch of plains after days of travel. His joints were weary, his coat water-logged, yet he could not rest, not yet. He now had two other beings to watch out for now, not including The Savior. The feeling of being watched - of being stalked - by the ever hungry cat, he just could not shake it.

Speaking of, the man froze as he spotted another in the haze of the rain, though quickly realised it was a more lupine form than he was expecting. Larger, darker, but still with the familiarity of his own kind which drew Ruvik towards him. Friendly or no, it was the only other he had seen in days. He hesitantly approached with as meek of a look as he could muster, and whined a soft greeting.