Whitefish River Tokyo Drifting

With the fight done and over with, Dorian saw little reason to remain. He gave a nod to the others gathered before marching off. He'd been lucky, honestly. No wounds. No blood. Just sharp pains of guilt settling in. The trespasser was escorted by Hiero, and the others were leaving.

So no talking? Okay then. Shuffling backwards until he made sure it was okay to leave, he'd turn on the spot and go further into the territory. His first real taste of battle left him feeling... weird. If it was just one on one, he'd feel less bad. If it was two against one, sure. But almost the whole pack?

Not enough to make him leave - oh no - but enough to make him feel bad. But he understood the need to protect borders. He didn't blame his pack mates at all.

exit!