Dieloch tried to kept his pace clean as he trotted between the trees following the scent of his friend but the pain of his shoulder was starting to wear on him, his limp now more prominent as he tracked the scent to a random wolf with a bag sitting in front of a tree. Die is know for having a hot temper from time to time but he is so tired and in pain that he can only let out a low moan before hitting the ground with a huff. "Zeus..." he breaths out heavily, Die had not made it back to Glorall for healing treatment because he did not want Eden or the others to find out his plans, already he was aware that someone was tracking him in the Grotto but he had managed to shake them before the forested area.

He looked up at the other wolf, his black eyes roved the blood "god damn angels" he grinded out as he tried to raise himself up and only managed to sit on his haunches leaning to one side so as to take the pressure off his right shoulder "anything in that bag of tricks for pain? I’m gonna rip the face off that angel princess next time I see her that I can guarentee" he had an ax to grind with her and in due time he would exact his vengence upon the angels and take particular pleasire in drinking her blood.

He doesn’t know this wolf from a hole in the ground but he had seen many healers carry such bags and the smell of Zeus was on this one. "Names Dieloch, friend of a friend. There are spies about, but I managed to escape their sensative ears, we are safe here." Perhaps a bit cryptic but he had lost some blood so his head did feel a bit fuzzy.