Dexter
Everything ached and it hurt to breathe, but Dexter’s right leg and shoulder were on fire. He used leftover adrenaline to get from Tinuvel to Luthien, but as soon as he spotted the forested, temperate island, he ran out. His legs just wouldn’t listen to him anymore and it took everything he had just to keep his head up, and even that wasn’t enough. For a while he blacked out. He must have somehow kept swimming, but he didn’t remember it. He came to on the beach right between the Forest and the Prairie. It was late, and dark.
For a while he just lay there, but the possibility of Macabre leaving the island forced him to his feet again. He didn’t doubt her strength, but he worried she might not survive a long swim. His right leg kept buckling and his breathing was laborious, but as long as he walked with a steady limp, he was okay. He had to find Macabre and Quinn.
In the shadow of the trees, Dexter was blind. He lead himself with his ears and his nose, weaving his way deeper and deeper into the Forest, not caring that now was the worst time to meet this territory’s stallion and probably also the most likely. Every once in a while he let out a gruff call, hoping for Macabre to hear him but not minding anyone else because someone might have seen her. “Macabre!” he yelled, giving up on whatever subtlety he had been attempting at. It was a harsh call, angry because of the way his shoulder just wouldn’t stop throbbing, the way it felt like the bones of his right leg were ripping themselves into terrible little shards. He wanted to collapse into the freezing Tinuvel sea again. Wasn’t he still on Tinuvel? That’s right, he had just fought Dogun. Perhaps he should get out of here before he had to fight Dogun again...
It began to snow. Yes, he was definitely still on Tinuvel. He didn’t seem to be walking anymore, but the trees were still moving around him. He was so tired. Someone stood before him, but he couldn’t tell who it was. “Macabre?” he asked, though of course, it couldn’t be her. Macabre was on Luthien, not Tinuvel. He had to get to Luthien...
He was so tired. He closed his eyes and let his head swing down. Just a short little nap, he thought. The snow began to fall more heavily and started to stick to his back.
