<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/65IEnCn.png)</div><br/><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br/><strong>Who:</strong>kon, open, npc bad guys<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sadghan Lake and Forest<br/><strong>When: </strong>8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>Red hot battle fury pulsed through him with every shock of pain. Struggling to make his left rear leg bear weight blood ran into the snow in thick, hot globs, dripping off the shaft of the arrow, it's head buried deep. The other wolf's jaws squeezed a little tighter on his throat and he snarled and did the same, panting into thick fur as his teeth tried to sink in past flesh. Just then Kon knocked the wolf off him but the wolf didn't let go right away and the force of the impact dragged him along with it. Pain shot up his leg bone deep as he slid into a bramble thicket and the shaft of the arrow splintered to pieces. He wasn't feeling the full effect of the pain through the adrenaline that surged through his system.<br/><br/>The three wolves were closing on Kon and the archer was trying to get a shot at either one of them. A tree was the only cover offered between himself and kon and it wasn't a particularly good shield being small and scraggly. he got his feet under him and he felt hot blood trickle down his leg and he gave his last burst of speed as he bounded across the open area an arrow from the archer whizzed by his head as he ducked low and then threw himself at one of the wolves, sinking teeth into flesh and tearing as the two of them went sprawling.<br/><br/>The fight was over in moments after that and the archer had disappeared. They most likely wouldn't be able to catch him seeing the state they were in. He shook himself, spraying blood both of his own and the enemy's into the bloody snow around them. The first thing he did was limp over to kon to see if he was alright. he inspected his wounds and licked kon's shoulder wound, soothing the pain of it for him before he stopped and turned to head back to the others. The adrenaline wore thin and then bottomed out and with it the pain of his open shoulder and the arrow in his leg washed over him. the cold bit into his open flesh cruelly and he stopped once or twice to lick at them before continuing. He didn't say anything, though he could have but he let Kon know that he had done well by that lick earlier.<br/><br/>It seemed like hours before they got back but it couldn't have been. The two of them walked up smelling like blood. Astir wasn't bearing any weight on his leg and his shoulder burned and bled. He took himself to lay down over by a tree and licked at his wounds. The shaft of the arrow was splintered under his skin and there was no pulling it out, not here anyway.<br/><br/>'we were ambushed. They set a trap. They were from the Ghaltsel pack.' It was spoken mind to mind but it wasn't words really. More like images and feelings that got accost the general idea.