He felt like shit. Literal shit. Walking shit. Nothing could have prepaired him for what he had done during the war or what would happen after the fact. Once he'd stepped back from Isola, Kane and that welp he had felt the rush of adrenaline escape his veins and the weight of the war started to fall down over him like an old blanket. The dust didn't fully settle in his mind until they had reached Iromar's boarders again. The entire time he had leaned rather heavily against Ruvindra, his walk was muddled, crooked. He'd take one step in one direction and then the other foot would wobble off to the other side, causing him to lurch and pain to wrack his entire body yet again. He closed his eyes a lot and would bite down on his upper lip in hopes to not show the pain as bad as it was. All the while Ruvindra was cleaning him, every chance she got she would lick him, pulling at the fur with her rough tongue and he would try to shoo her away, wanting to tell her off but not having the energy to do such a thing.
The trip back was a blur, with Ruvindra so close to him it felt like their roles had some how switched, she was his white ghost for the time being and some how it felt good. To know that someone cared that much about you, he had never really had such a thing in the past few years since he'd left his pack.
What's this? contemplaiting life again are we? he couldn't even growl, his head turned to the side causing the skin to stretch tight over his ribs a low hiss leaving his lips as the pain flared up again. He didn't have time for Charming right now, oddly enough Dutchess and Mother had stayed silent the entire time, probably covering their ghostly eyes so that they wouldn't see it all go down.
Not only was his gait fucked up by the kinked tail, but his hip hurt like a son of a bitch, he turned back to Ruvindra just as she spoke, a choked chuckle left his lips
"and I as well," he says his gait staggard as he reached over and licked the side of her cheek in a breif show of affection. Though they barely did such things it was apparent that atleast there was something there between them. They may try to hide it in public but there was something there. They made it to within feet of the den, Paldor felt his strength growing weaker as they went further into Iromar, there wasn't going to be a welcome home party for the wolves of Iromar but he knew atleast a few who would greet them. As Ruvindra pulled away and stopped for a breath Paldor struggled the last few feet to the opening of the den and collapsed on the ground with a grunt and a few groans as he tried to position himself so that his dislocated hip could lay in a more comfortable position.
"I'll need some moss...." he gulped his mouth and throat seemingly dried up of all saliva
"... cobwebs...." his eyes closed for a moment as he pushed back the pain from his mind, clear it up and get what he needed done.
"I've got poppy seeds in my old den," he said of the small hole in the ground next to her old den, before they'd had pups and moved to this den. He still used it as a place for him to sleep when he would dream, it served as a storage den as well for all his herbs and the bone packet
".... their next to the bone bag.... next to that there's some alphalfa and yucca, we'll need that as well" he lay his head on the ground some and took a few deep breaths.
"Ugh, I hate the taste of poppy seeds" he said closing his eyes for a moment as he rolled his tongue across the top of his mouth.
"I'll need to eat the poppy seeds, you should have some as well, well we're at it. Then clean the wounds more and place the cobwebs and moss on top in layers. Your old den should be full of those things now since we haven't used it.... is my tail really as bad as it feels?" he asks, knowing full well that mutt would get a face full of teeth next time they met for what he'd done to Paldor's tail.
"this is how he speaks"
arctic wolf | male | seven | mystic | Ruvindra | no bond | iromar