Now it has been years since I felt this way for the last time! The fight and the way they tried to hold me and pierce my skin. Oh don't they know that the flesh of the god is hard to pierce? Of course if you keep trying, you'll eventually manage to do it. But even then, it is too late and I already reacted to it. Like Amir saw. He tried to stop me like they all did and his mistake is now clear for him to see.

Why doesn't he want to take me? Why doesn't he stop trying to get these futile old facts that have rotten with the corpses of the ancient! Facts that he doesn't know. Facts that won't change the shadow walker that he became, the living legend that touches the earth and protects his loved ones. Unstopable with the will of a god.

It doesn't matter now. The pain I feel clouds my judgement and stops me from thinking straight. My form ran to the woodlands. As if I was running from them. Oh, no. They are innocent to me and like that they shall remain. I stop among the trees and look for a mark I've made a month ago after Isola found me here. A scratch on a tree. There. Nose lowered to find a small hole of a hidden old fox den.

Took me seconds to find it before my paws went to work on unburying it. It's itens were in a protected leaf which I took in my mouth and opened it by my side. Seeds were anesthesic for the pain on my shoulder. Licking some into my mouth my form fell on the ground and I proceeded to patch myself up. I took some moss to clean up the open wound, having some difficulty reaching it. Each stroke made me flinch and growl. The seeds would take some time to make effect. Damn me! Movement was hard with my shoulder in such state.

The moss splashed on the ground with my own blood and I proceeded. Cobwebs. Hard to get, but really useful. They were on a small folded up green leaf. I took this leaf and carefully put it over the wound and the webs helped letting the leaf stick to it. There. The other itens were of no use to me. A couple of roots, a cowslip flower and more herbs.

My neck was bleeding some too. When I broke Amir's leg he bit harder and cut it. But not really anything bad. Besides, I can't reach those wounds at all. It was hard reaching my shoulder, let alone my own neck.

I looked around, trying to see if anyone was near. Well. yes. Someone is near. But all that reaches my nose is the smell of my blood.

I raise again. If I will be killed. It won't be like a rabbit. Laying on the ground, wounded. I want to be standing. The pain!! Another growl sounds from deep within. One growl of pain. Neck bleeding, shoulder patched up, but still badly wounded. Cuts on my sides and back. Hip sore. I'm in no condition. Let there be the entire pack here.

It would be nice to have a funeral of victory. It might not be my own victory, but... If they carry my body on a march of thousands of wolves all around me to throw me off a cliff down to the ocean. Ooh! And with the women crying with emotion after finally ending the torture that I gave them. It would be beautiful.