He drifts in and out of consciousness while resting in the cool lake with his ears lay against his pale crown listening to the waves ripple against his pale form and the bank just ahead of him. He does not know how long he is here lying in the cool water, listening to his home continue on with its day as he rests. Blonde eyelashes flutter as he forced his pale blues to open a couple of times but the scene before him was not of the beautiful lake with grassland all around it. Nor did he see his outstanding forest full of pines, willows and oaks. Lyden instead saw nothing but a blurry mess – he felt as though he is spinning in circles much like a ride at a carnival.

His wound stung at first but the more time he spent here lying in the cool liquid the less his flesh began to object the water. Lyden’s heart begins to slow after a few moments allowing heavy unsteady breaths to wither into shallow short ones, and as they did he began to shiver from the cold but could not bring himself to open his eyes again for he was afraid he’d fall over to his side. The reality of this situation slowly began to come clear as our pale brute laid listlessly and, as he began to feel anxiety creep into his veins; he heard splashing coming towards with him urgency.

Gandy’s scent reached his nostrils as he opened his eyelids without thinking about it and when he saw her beautiful form being blurred into the background like everything else he snorted with fear but then heard his precious queen’s tender voice. ”what have you done to yourself? Can you get up how bad is it?” a soft smile crept on his lips or so he thought but in truth his lips just quivered and his ears went forward showing the buckskin banshee that he had heard her.

Gandy dropped in front of him, he could feel the warmth of her flesh against his muzzle which was the only way he knew. Again he tries to open his eyes and despite still being met with nothing but shapes and colors he lifts his head and moves his lips to Gandy’s back. It is here he rested his head feeling relief to breathe fresh air without droplets of water sneaking. His throat stung from being raw and the smell of his own blood finally began to waft through the air strong enough for himself to notice. Caesisus however came just then and Lyden watched her blurry form moved past him and gandy. As she circled around them Lyden listened and snorted gently in reply to her comment about seeing the other guy.

Swallowing and forcing his dry mouth to open Lyden meekly speaks ”my beautiful girls..” as the faint words left his lips Lyden heard more splashing that suggested urgency. He wondered who else had found him and began to feel vulnerable and embarrassed. This hadn’t been the first encounter he had come across with the enemy nor was it his first wound. However; this time it was deeper than he had ever experienced and with the way his scab was it clearly showed a handful of bites that ripped and shredded his skin.

Aureila’s voice drifted through the stillness of his family that surrounded him . ”hey hero let’s get you moved, kay?” Lyden listened but didn’t budge and while he had closed his eyes once more he let out a groan of discomfort washing away the words Aureila spoke to gandy. He had heard her speak but did not catch what she had said and before he could try to force himself up using gandy – Azazel came offered her comfort along with the rest with her nose and comforting words.

The pale brute snorted to show acknowledgment of everyone’s kind words but the act caused pain to ripple through his chest and throat. Lyden fell silent again now listening to his girls breathing around him and soaking in their warmth. He could feel all their concerns washing over one another and himself. He knew what he must do despite how tired he felt and thus; leaned his head against gandy’s back and slowly hoisted himself up by moving his front legs infront of him and around gandy’s legs. His hindlegs slowly rose with his front as he tried hard not to put too much weight on his queen before he finally felt himself standing again.

Water raced in streams from his underbelly, hindquarters and chest as the evidence of his wounds became unbearably real. His entire chest was ripped open by numerous bite marks and in a couple of places there were solid clues to prove he had been bite in the same spot a few times. His scabs hid most of the dreadful damage giving that the attack was a couple days prior but his chest is stained with blood and in the middle where the wound is the worst it bled a considerable amount with the scab being ripped open.

Feeling dizzy Lyden felt as though he was falling and stumbled backwards a couple of steps slamming into Auriela by accident. Groaning he forced himself forward ”I’m sor…sorry” speaking only burned his throat and once again his vision began to blurr before he forced himself to stare at caesisus and gandy focusing entirely on their expressions. ”my vision is blurry it’s hard to see, how bad does it look?” he paused allowing the burn to calm ”did anyone else get attacked?”