The Sunspire Out Like A Light

Derg didn't often travel from the Canyon. It seemed there were a plethora of lightning strikes raining across the range.
And he was caught in it.
Shit.
But he wanted to follow that wildcard. Valour.

He was far behind, taking an easier route for his aching bones.
Anyway, he could hear some old snarling up ahead so he picked up his pace. Perhaps it was one of those bitches from the Court. Or worse.
Alas, he was rather late to the party.

Blood soaking the ground, Valour laying slumped and pouring blood from his face.
A trail disappearing into the wilderness with whatever kill there was.
"Shit," he breathed.
Ok, ok.
He had to get back. With Valour.

He moved around the youth, "Valour, don't you dare get up to eat me," he didn't realise the gravity his words might hold to the boy and what he'd just seen.
He lowered his muzzle closer to investigate, licking up the blood from the wounds to try and stop the bleeding. He could feel there was no eye in the socket, and he'd heard in passing it was a blessing rather than a curse.