Golden Glade Blood

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Backdated one day, to 4/8, so it is set directly after this thread.

Vorilye had staggered from the plateau all the way to the edge of the glade - he knew he wouldn't be able to cross the river to get back home to the shadewood. His injuries were not life-threatening, but they did require treatment soon, or he knew they would become infected - especially the gash on his side. He was bleeding still, though the majority of it had clotted off by now. His entire right side was dyed crimson with his blood; he had many teeth marks on his neck and throat, and a few of them stung, but they weren't that bad. Otherwise, he was fine... save for his pride. He had practically let Vex win. 'Next time, I won't,' he vowed to himself. 

As Vorilye finally collapsed onto his good side, he called out for the wolves of Atautsikut - he'd met them, once, and he prayed to whatever Gods that would hear him that they would listen his call for help.