The doe and fawn reunited in a heartwarming chase between the two wolves, pairing up and vanishing into the brush with no thank-you at all. Nate couldn't really blame them, considering what their helpers looked like, but...

Well, one of these days a little more appreciation and a bit less getting beat to death would be nice!

Hh-eeh— Nate tried to call Etienne, when the fella didn't show up right away at the swift exit of their victims (attackers?) A bit of tightness lessened when he finally clambered out the gully. Of course, the sight of him covered in blood soon stole the joy of it.

By then Nate had sort of managed to sit halfway upright through the throbbing in his ribs and swelling of his throat. Smacking his lips as if to test the function of his jaw, he gestured to his throat. N-hh— Never beegn, askhed t'... sh-hut up, so, rudely, hngk— A wince. Rhibs... too. Ahre yhou—?

The fact Etienne could talk a straight sentence implied to Nate it was nothing dire, and it had already been packed, but shit, that was a lot of blood!