Nova Peak blutbefleckt

staying vague aside from the injuries he's already received

the cliffs were not a great distance from sagtannet, and yet it took mahler the better part of a day to make his return. he limped across the taiga, left hindleg stiffened from the aching slash to his flank; the great rent upon the side of his neck leaked burgundy along his shoulder.
as the peak grew larger before him, mahler swallowed. his strength was all but ebbed, and yet he viciously pushed himself across the taiga. a particularly vicious torrent of rain had torn open the wounds given by the she-wolf's ending snaps; his muzzle was smeared in it, sides heaving as he stumbled into the spruce forest that climbed over the foothills, and called hoarsely for @Wylla.
she would find him hunched against the downpour, sickened with pain, and yet there remained a wild satisfaction in mahler that he had done rightly in favor of sagtannet, claiming the emptiness of the cliffside for their safety.