Garrick collapsed after he ventured deep enough into the forest, blood surrounding his large form. "I always found these sort of things distasteful." Garrick though with a pained smile as he ripped the shrapnel from his body before securing the wound with leather, clearly trying to resist the pain. Garrick slowly stood up and began looking out the moon, allowing it's light to heal him as he howled in the darkness, the mournful cry echoing across the entire forest.