Frostivy looked up at Tenderheart and licked on the nose. He winced slightly as she removed the bullet from his wound. Frostivy sniffed the air, the scent of the hunter-wolf war that was ensuing. He had to save Tenderheart and the rest of the packs, he needed to save them all no matter what. Frostivy rose shakily at first, then steadied himself
"Tenderheart, we need to go now." Frostivy shut his eyes and focused "some wolf pups have taken."
Frostivy breathed deeply and pushed the intense sharp pain from his shoulder and strode proudly forward. He stopped at the edge of the clearing
"I must go now. I am injured, but I'm prepared to fight anyways. I should be dead, yet..." he stopped, glancing at the odd pendant around his neck from his vision "I am not. Our tribes have hope yet." Noticing his mate's worry, Frostivy paused again
"Tenderheart, I shall be fine. Please tend to the sick and the wounded. Stay away from the battle at all cost." With that, he left.
"What happened...?" Frostivy gasped as he approached the hunter's group, one gone from Swifty's wrath. He caught the scent of the missing pups and hurried to the cage
"Children, are you alright?" Frostivy searched the area for a way to open the door.
((HO MAI GAD I'M BACK. Sorry guys. *hangs head in shame*))