Dragoncrest Cliffs The wind is on the rise,

Stag's stomach clenched violently as Wylla turned to him, and he saw the full report of the violence that had been inflicted on her. He felt nauseous immediately-- not out of the gore, but out of the fact Wylla was hurt. "Wylla!" He cried again, rushing towards her to support her weight.

Adrenaline and fear began to make its way through his bloodstream. Stag was trembling as he held up Wylla, his breath in shaky gasps as he looked around him. He didn't see any sign of assailants, but that didn't mean they were safe. They needed to leave here, immediately. "Wylla -- Wylla, are you okay?" He tried to peer into her good eye, to see if there was any cognizance or salience there. "We have to go -- lean on me, I'll bring you home okay?"