Emberflame Ridge But meanwhile…

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Tagging @Tulok

It was a good battle. The silver witch put up a fight, but ultimately she was no match for the dark prince. His body aches, but his blood burns with victory. He sports wounds, but they only harden his will and strengthen his desire to kill even more. 

That woman…her wounds would not mean the same for her. It might even mean death. Though he is unsure of her status now, she was most definitely alive when he left. Time is precious though and if she never got found by the right wolf then it’s likely she didn’t make it. 

And a sick part of him hopes she didn’t. 

Now, he closes in on his brothers location — their campsite. He would saunter up lazily, with an obvious, but not horrible, limp in his left, hind leg. He’s covered in mud and probably smells like copper and shit but it is what it is. It would be caked all over his fur, thin in some places and thick in others. The same could be said of blood. Both his and hers. 

His face would would be sporadically sprinkled with deep, noticeable gashes. Most noticeably, one that splits his upper, left lip about half an inch. Don’t forget the bite wounds in his nap as well. He knows he has many puncture wounds there too, but pain is pain. They will heal eventually.

When he gets within sight of his brother he would him low in his throat before speaking. “I am back, brother.” He says lowly in that scratchy, rumbling timbre of his. His voice would almost seen more horse than usual, mostly due to his fight of course.