Lost Creek Hollow It was in Vienna

Meant to take place after this thread. Looking for @Ambra, but @Antonia also welcome! All the ladies.

Amadeus bounded into the hollow with blood dried to his fur. His shoulder was torn, but otherwise all he had was scrapes and bruises from his scuffle with the strange old woman.

Lifting his head, he called for Ambra with a low howl. She would need to tend to him now if he wished to avoid scarring.

Sitting down with a scowl souring the sharp features that might make him handsome on a regular day, he hissed silent curses and licked his wounds in silent defeat. No matter how he twisted it, that was what it had been. Father would have refused to look at him for days after such a poor fight.