Hoshor Plains the animals inside came out to play

The Saints were bad, but they weren't all bad. If they were, Donovan would've dropped Hide off that cliff when he had the chance, or they could've killed him in the field. Maybe torn him up worse than they had. The fact that Hide was still alive was a testament to the fact that they weren't pure evil, he thought.

His skin warmed under Orochi's scrutiny. Even if he couldn't see it, he could feel the other boy staring at him, burning holes in his body. He wondered what he'd say. Maybe he'd be disappointed that Hide didn't win, or maybe he'd think the scars were ugly.

But he did neither of those things.

They'll suit you.

"Thanks. I was hoping they'd look tough and not like I got my ass handed to me and then dangled off the side of a cliff," he responded, a sheepish laugh escaping him as Orochi buried himself back into his fur. "You don't have to kill them. Donovan is massive - I only got like one good hit on him because his front leg was already hurt. So I probably owe my life to whoever did that." 

He huffed out a soft sigh and rested his head back down on the ground, splayed out and slowly curling up against his companion. "I'm really tired," he admitted, pressing his ears back to his skull.