Adventure#2<br/>The Bite. A Reunion. A Promise half kept<br/><br/>Demetre blinked in agitation, a big mass of fur and muscle lay before him, dual daggers into its eyes. He rubbed his shoulder were he got bitten, the full moon was this next night if he remembered correctly. He contemplated his actions on running from Morrighan with the beast behind him when a sharp pain went through his wounds, he had the bite on his shoulder, his left arm was a mess of blood and ripped muscle, it was not so bad as not to heal, but it could cause trouble in the future it he did not get it wrapped and bound. So what did he do when he was in trouble? he wandered toward the meeting place intent on keeping his promise.<br/><br/>Demetre stumbled a couple times, after his last fall he got up cursing and sputtering toward the thing behind him "Arsk mon raist, you damn werewolf ." Demetre new he had to quickly get his wound healed if he did not want to get infected, when he got to the meeting place it was dawn. He stumbled out of the woods and collapsed, laying his head on a rock he waited for Morrighan, while he issued multiple curses and incoherent mutterings toward the werewolf and his lack of thinking.