Water. The rush of the chilling water. Blood. Loss. Need sleep.<br/><br/>Terra stumbled to the riverbank, his vision was narrowed in a tunnel of red and pain. The water stung as it ran over his wound, he would live but then. Revenge. End the tyranny. "How?" Was the question. Ribbons of crimson bloomed on the river surface. His vision was clearing. No sound, good. Akira was too proud and ignorant to send the pack after him. He laughed, mere wheezings escaping from his throat. Despite the situation, Terra found the previous events exceptionally amusing. He padded back into the cover of the trees and bushes and he fell asleep, smiling.