Bearclaw Valley Defiant to the end

Oh crap was it my turn this whole time, sorry.

Once the boy was run out of the area Revui would pace at the terminus point between the valley mouth and the yawning expanse of meadow, much like a bull full of rage and adrenaline. The valley was safe and there was no reason for him to continue. He would turn back and march along the reverse course to where the others waited, finally noticing the stale blood caked to his neck, and with a snort and a glare, Revui would move across the border and back in to the valley proper to seek out medical attention - or at the very least a bath.

[EXIT]