Emberwood glory and gore

@Arric first and then @The Wanderer to hop in sometime after? Tagging @Indra III for reference.

The redhead Arric had wrangled before she escaped slept, nestled in the woods near the creek. Her fate remained open—unless she tried another attack, Akavir was simply content that she was away from the two volatile wolves she had come to defend—her young age reminding him of his daughters in a way. Perhaps, given her age, she was redeemable.

As far as he was concerned, she wasn’t a hostage. He and Arric had just broken up their little trio. She could leave if she wanted—in many ways, he hoped she would.

He chuffed to his companion, a low groan escaping him as they moved to the direction of the forest. Arric had said he had rudimentary healing abilities—Akavir had suggested they take a moment from the creek to regather, in case others did appear—and the emberwood seemed a fitting place, in case they could scrounge up something to help assist in their wounds.