Sunspire Mountains scindo

After the battle between Nyra and the horde of angry wolves that saw fit to end her life, after Sivugat had chosen himself above his loyalties to either party, after running like hell was on his heels ready to drag him under, the boy had found a small dark place and holed up there.

It wasn't until a few days later that he had begun to digest what he had undergone. The pain in his side had not lessened; if anything he felt worse for the heat that it gave off, the incessant itch he knew he should not scratch.

He had some new score-marks across his body from the scuffle (fangs had been flying and he had not been so lucky) and these he tended to with the same indifference as the other hurts: he slept in his hole, doing next to nothing for himself.

The sound of footfalls outside of his hiding place, cued with his first excursion from the hollow since he'd collapsed there, made him stiff-legged and cautious. He needed to go outside and take a piss, but Sivugat was on high-alert, disinterested in the lingering threat of whoever had won.

Any of the three warring parties would happily take his life.