He felt so heavy and weak.

It was to be expected after such a violent battle, but he had won, he had kept his promises. That meant the world to him as he limped back into the inner sanctums of his home, leaving a bloody trail behind him along with three foot prints. His back left knee looked like a mangled mess at the moment, the joint was swollen, bruised and bloody, but that was the worst of it. Every time he went to expand the leg towards the ground he gave a whine of pain before gritting his teeth and moving on wards. Night had fallen by now, he knew a lot of his pack was likely still awake and haven’t slept wondering if they might have to leave their home this frigid winter night. He didn’t want to make them wait and worry much longer, it was just hard to gather his energy back and bite through the pain. Cold was helping slightly but it was also making him feel more stiff and sore, particularly his knee and the punctures on his scruff the slight flesh wound to leave a new scar on his muzzle was the least of his worries for the time being.

Once he was deeper in his lands he stopped panting lightly before gathering his breath. Moments later he threw his head up a howl coming from his maw to let all his resting members know he had kept his promise. It was over and Taviora was still his forest to protect. Once the call was done he held back a whine, having successfully irritated his neck wound again along with his muzzle giving an annoying twinge. He kept going forward though, so he awkwardly hopped forward on his three legs, he was almost there he could feel it. After all there was only thing he had in mind to return to at the moment. Moth.

Even without being treated for his wounds he knew if he could just wrap himself around her as he normally did he would be happy and content, the pain would go away and be replaced by the comfort only his heart and soul could bring upon him. He knew she would do more than that, and he hoped she wouldn’t leave the den for him. He would make it… it would just take some time, he didn’t want her out in this cold night only to take care of him. The Aztec male knew though that it wasn’t likely. Their imprint bond ran deep and he felt so bad, she likely felt it all, his sorry his guilt… he still felt guilty and the female had taken off before he even had the chance to offer her help, not that it seemed she even wanted it.

She hated him and everything he stood for. She wanted to kill him. She didn’t want to hear his apologies. Even so he was still sorry for what he had to do to the nameless female in order to protect his lands. He hadn’t the moment to get her name, though how she looked and her scent was somewhat familiar… In time maybe he would figure out who his challenger had been but for the moment he needed to put his mind at rest, try to remove the guilt and sorrow for what he had to do from his mind. Moth was coming, he could feel it and though he didn’t want her to come out so late at night and in this cold he was still grateful that she was coming. Peace started to fall over him instantly. Now he just needed to see her face and while all wouldn’t be right in his world he knew he would feel better.