Emberwood glory and gore

just not note, Indra is back at SC where the battle took place... these two left their... not-quite-theirs territory, bless them

Everything hurt.
Like a mountain lion had grabbed him, tossed him around like a ragdoll, skewered his insides, and then tossed him aside only to stomp on him again after that.

He grunted at Arric’s words, taking the offered paste and turning, realizing how awkward it would be to apply it to himself—“Here, I’ll just put it on you then you can do me,” he grumbled, feeling a surge of awkwardness. Sure, the two had become companions the past few days and had fought together—somehow this was a strange sort of intimacy.

That was when the cooing voice of a she-wolf came about—his eyes casting over her with a glower—slender as she was, a silver that compared to the moon and bright eyes. And words that practically oozed disdain.

“We might consider relocating to a place where the circus doesn’t visit,” he muttered under his breath, primarily for Arric’s ears alone.

Shifting—a wince, the scabs of his wounds pulling—he gave her a saccharine smile. “We’re getting there. Of course.”