The Heartwood inuusik ✾

he had never intended for her to be the one to take the blow. he had offered himself up as the distraction to prevent such a thing from happening, and yet his plan had failed anyways. inky ears splayed backwards as they pressed flat against his skull at the sight of her wound, a frustrated huff escaping him as he charged forward, fully taking advantage of the beast's focus upon the pale sylph.

his aim struck true, and soon the familiar taste of metallic crimson bled into his mouth through tiny pools along the boar's neck. the fight to end a life was never easy, and by the time their prey stopped kicking, astaroth himself was winded and out of breath. but that mattered little to him. "your shoulder!", he let out through exhausted gasps for air, concern painted clearly along his features.