something happened

Their traipse from the meadow was slow but steady, and they had crossed the border at least several hours ago. Dovev was often several paces behind Falwasi as he half-limped, half-dragged his injured leg along. The pain had faded to a dull ache from it's original sharp, lancing pain. Even if he couldn't feel the pain, he knew it would be looking pretty gory back there. He hadn't bothered to look, but rather had spent their travel dreaming about the time where he could just collapse and rest.

With the creek at their paws, Dovev limped to the water's edge and gulped eagerly at the surface. Small waves fanned out from his muzzle as he thirstily lapped up the cold fluid. He avoided Falwasi's glance, instead opting to scan the golden landscape. The male felt horrible for being so ready to scare off the bear- turning around to see the stranger tackling his packmate was visually traumatizing. It was his job to support the pack, through hunting, patrolling, protecting... and he had failed on that part. With a slight chuff, Dovev stepped back from the bank.

Shall we call for Scimitar? he questioned, bracing his front legs to allow his back muscles to relax for a bit. The female nodded and lifted her head, a howl escaping her pursed lips.