(If you havent guessed im not on much at night)<br/><br/>Everthorn opened his eyes. There were blurry figures all around him, undistinguishable for he was groggy from blood loss. He felt a pressure being relieved from his haunch. "Rrrrrrr...." he let out a relieved growl.  "Thank you..." he managed to say weakly. "You must go though. I was about to do battle with a naga, us thorn wolves worst enemies." he sighed. "I was struck by the sky before I could start fighting." he continued, "Wily creatures naga...liars all of 'em. I wouldnt want my rescuers to be injured"