Stone Circle Silver

Ulfhild ran after the bear and Gunnar didn't give chase. As right then a particular throbbing pain ran the length of his head and side of his left jaw.

Red sluiced down over that side of his face obscuring his vision in that eye and a taste of salt and bitterness on his tongue.

He shifted and with the eye currently not covered in blood he looked for aomething to stem the bleeding for now. Nearby a range of trees and he slowly walked towards it.

Feeling his age. After all wolves his age shouldn't really be fighting bears, but well what was he to do when precious loves of Kvarsheim were in danger. Exactly what he did thats what.

He pawed at some moss there and tried to press it to his ear. It didn't work really well because of his legs and paws. But it was enough for now. He hoped.