I wait after her departure; I rest idly by, my nose directed to the breeze as the sun begins to rise from the ocean. I do not anticipate her return for some time but I must be sure she understands that, currently, she is not desired here. Even now, I can still feel the ocassional bloom of adrenaline and anger that seeks to numb the pain. Of course, it barely changes; despite my body's efforts, I can still feel the savage fire of torn flesh as it swells and oozes. The salty air has done all it can do to aid in the matting of fur, salt and blood and yet, it is not enough to remove the aching and sting. However, I am not instantly driven to a healer. I am not... often drawn to their practices and yet, I do understand that they are able to drive the process of healing faster and better than the body alone. All the clotting in the world, it seems, cannot purge the foulness of another's mouth entirely.

With the sun now casting its light throughout the territory, I finally hobble to my paws. I can feel the ball of swelling and displeased flesh at the base of my neck, seeking to stiffen my right limb as I begin moving towards somewhere more suitable. Here, the air is thick still with blood and musk. I will seek somewhere fresher, cleaner, somewhere more enjoyable so that I can endure the displeasure of salves and herbs. It is my neck that rages the most; though I can feel the burn of torn skin across my muzzle and head, they are incomporable to my neck. They may sting in the breeze and yet, they do not groan with anger each time my limb swings forward. Even with my neck low as I move, I cannot suppress the urge to growl and spit in anger entirely. It is a well deserved anger, at least. I have driven her away and so, Glorall may rest assured they will not need to disperse or endure the uncertainty of a new ruler. It is worth the blood that clings to my fur, and the clear lymph that continues to seep despite the hardened scab that has formed.

It takes me quite some time to cover ground and I find I have not departed the borders all that much. I am still somewhat close, instinctively driven to remain as such so I am aware of further threats. Still, at least the air has become pure now. It feels my nose in a more enjoyable way, allowing me to breathe a momentary sigh of relief as I find my position below a tall tree. The shade conceals me nicely, hiding me from the flies that seek the scent of hot flesh. From the ocean, a cool breeze seeks to relax my muscles as I begin to slowly be seated. I do not lay down in fear of contaminating the wound but I will not sacrifice my comfort entirely. After all, I can still feel my muscles quiver from time to time. Even if a healer does not come to me, at least this place is of greater comfort.

After some moments, I am drawn to lift my muzzle to the sky and release a cry of victory. I have no doubt others may hear the tiredness in such a call and yet, I do my best to conceal it. I do not wish to seek the attraction of other challengers though I would have no issue rising once more to meet them head on. I simply do not think my own body would agree with the sentiment. For now, I will merely close my eyes and wait for whatever might come, enjoying the moment of peace and quiet in the early morning sun.