Amoxtli couldn’t continue moving forward. His pain was becoming too great and he knew he wouldn’t have to go further, they would find him her be it the stench of blood or his call he knew someone would come. He didn’t have long to wait either.

Soon he heard his shield maiden running through the forest, his shadowed angel, Shiloh his chosen heart and the one that helped drive him to be what he was now bloodied and beaten but victorious all for the pack and her. His tail gave a few meek waves unable to contain himself even though her face looked mortified when she saw his own. He would have maybe laughed if it wasn’t painful to do little more than offer her a sheepish grin letting his currently one good eye fall on her while the other was still painfully swollen shut and moving underneath its lid. He was happy to see her though and with some healing materials. He knew there weren’t many healers in Taviora currently and it was always good to know that his future mate at least had some skill. Zeltzin had seemingly taken a renewed interest but at the moment Amoxtli just wanted to touch the slightly taller fem breath in her scent if only to confirm it was all real and he hadn’t died and was in some dream.

She moved towards him softly touching his muzzle to which he took a deep breath of relief and relaxed but that only caused his body to scream as he finally let his muscles go causing him to wince and grit his teeth refusing to whine before her. He gave a few panting breaths while trying to resist the urge to whimper, not from her cleaning now just over all in pain. He couldn’t stop himself from slowly falling to the ground his bad leg sprawled out behind him while Shiloh asked him what he did to her. ”Worse than me.” Was all he could manage though he tried to imply that he would fill her in later on details without saying it. He was tired and he was doing everything he could just to keep his thoughts straight when an unfamiliar smaller male approached.

His head shot in his direction making the world spin as the brute echoed what he had said. He didn’t recognize him and on any other circumstances he would be standing to greet him. Amoxtli was nervous with a new wolf around he didn’t know but he wasn’t going to deny him a place among them if he wished to stay. ”That is fine Fritjof, I welcome you to the Forest then.” He said tiredly, ”We will have to talk more when I am better.”

But that wasn’t all the gathering he had achieved he felt some of his social anxiety rising as a rather large group of wolves started making their approach. Most of them he knew by face and he didn’t have a lot of energy, or nerves at the moment, to offer more than a silent dip of his head in thanks or agreeance. He didn’t mind at all that Fritjof was welcomed by the old male wolves of all walks were welcome as long as they didn’t cause any large problems that threatened the overall safety of the forest Amoxtli was currently bleeding for to protect. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the small loud group of boys that came along with them doing his best to smile but looking more beat up and worn than anything. It was just part of his position he supposed and he had invited pack to join in the victory as beat up as he was. He was just now finding the folly in his actions, but he didn’t quite regret it. It was nice to have the congratulations and see the happy faces of the members he had fought so hard to protect and at least with that he could relax himself and know it was indeed worth the pain he was in. Though he did note the one Spirane scent among the mix of the children that confused him slightly but there was no energy to figure out the cause of everything right now.

When one of them had quickly departed only to return with another unfamiliar wolf he blinked up at him looking at the stranger with his one good eye as he spoke to him. ”I- well. he started tiredly and nervous he would have been fine with Blackfoot’s help but he did have Shiloh to tend to him and then even more to his surprise he saw his brother and his mother. He gave a little sigh of relief however as his brother speaks to him. He was in plenty of good safe company now, not all familiar but still all of it just as warm. He turns his one good eye to Blackfoot then, ”Thanks, but in good paws for now.” He didn’t mean to dismiss the help the younger boys had brought him but for the moment he had enough paws going over him for help even if it was just his mom’s wisdom guiding his heart’s paws he knew he was good for the time being.

He happily accepted is mother’s love he would take any that he could get any more. She looked not so good even with one eye but he was happy she was able to make it to him. She moans over him and he shook his head slightly, to his neck wounds protest, and motions to his back leg. That was what he really wanted to have checked right now it hurt the worst an it would be what could potentially hinder him in future fights. He felt good, inside and mentally at least though he was a bit nervous and anxious with so many unfamiliar faces around, but at the same time happy. ”Thank you for coming everyone.” it was the last he managed before everything faded to black his body and mind unable to keep himself upright and fighting the pain and blood loss anymore. He was just passed out and getting a bit of well-deserved rest his sides still rising and falling steadily his bad eye up after his head dropped to the ground like a rock. In so many good and caring paws he would be better in no time.