Golden Glade Blood

He watched her arrive, his breathing ragged, icy eyes on her. He recognized her. He said nothing. "Who did this to you?" The question reverberated through his skull, sounding distorted. Vorilye slumped over, groaning, "Why does it matter? I'm injured. Can't you help me?" 

Damn it all! Why was he still protecting her?! The Cruor man growled softly through clenched teeth; as the adrenaline wore off, pain was swiftly surging through him again. He raised his head to look her in the ye. "Please, help me. I'll head home in the morning."

Then he thought of the shadewolves - the Hidden Ones, they called themselves. Well, he didn't feel so hidden anymore. Vex had found him.