Wapun Meadow Bring it to an end

Āzon sat idly in the field and gazed up at the sky, twitchy ears reacting to rustling of grass and honking avians overhead. It had been about a week since that ambush happened and while his wounds already began the process of scabbing over, they still needed to heal properly before he'd begin training again. It wasn't the first time Āzoniol had been shook around like a damned ragdoll, the only difference was that it wasn't a result of another one of his father's sadistic "Training sessions" to hold authority over his children. A mildly more pleasant experience, but still sucked nonetheless.

The brute snikered to himself at the vague recollection of how she attempted to make Āzon beg for his life — as if pleading for dominancy over him. Such a request was a waste of words towards a wolf more stubborn than a mule. Either way, she'd still managed to knock his lights out — and that just proved how weak he was in his current state. If he wanted to help that girl and any others she might recruit from the mountains create a legion of freedom fighters, fooling around was no longer an option.

For now though, Āzon needed some headspace time to plan out what he was gonna do next instead of jumping into another random fuckfest. He kinda wished that wolf from the seaside were here to look at his wounds again....

Setting:  Early morning. Party windy but no extreme temperatures. All welcomed!