Fox's Glade Time to play

RIP :(

As fast as it all happened, it ended. Fangs racing for his own limb to which he retaliated just as he had before, unbeknownst to him that he was falling into her desired outcome. A change of course and a stinging burn followed as the new slash across his muzzle caused the woodland boy to step back stunned as warm blood ran from his face. By the time he had recovered, she had already scurried into the treeline of the woods disappearing from sight as a gruff huff left the boy.

It was only now he realized how sore he was and took note of the several bites and tears along his body. Nothing debilitating, but a nuisance all the same. At the very least there were healers at home, and hopefully, now the witch would learn to keep away from their borders. Maybe all of them would learn... but for now he would turn and head homebound to recover for whatever battles laid ahead.