Haunted Wood Selfish lover at night

day by day, he improved. it was a slow process but an undeniable one. but his leg remained broken, his ribs fractured. as much as he wanted to, he couldn't go home. not in this condition.

he could, however, make the short distance to the summons. walking was a chore; he clambered forward on three legs, and each brush of his injured limb against the ground was agony. by the time he reached the other wolves, he was trembling and wheezing. he lowered himself down, slowly, wincing as he did so.

surya was in time to catch valour's words. there's a pup on the rocks just outside the woods, he rasped, once the warlord had finished speaking. that's how i got hurt. i was trying to rescue her from the. . .creature there. he had forgotten the word for the big cat in the common language.

besides, was it even appropriate to speak up now? too little, too late?

he'd never been very good at holding his tongue.