Wolfe Garm
Ready for shifting him to the Cave
Dameon Black Alt
Still need you to move Alistair and Dev
Wind stepped into the trees for the first time in two years. He closed his eyes and slowly inhaled the scents he'd missed, momentarily getting lost in it all. He hadn't gone to the Safe Path because he was planning on pausing alot during this walk. Thanks to his bad leg, he wasn't as fast as he used to be.
After a moment, he opened his brown eyes and forced himself to focus, to take those first steps into the forest. That led to more walking as he allowed himself to be distracted by different things along the way. It wasn't hard for him to lose track a bit.
There was also the fact that he'd basically snuck out of the castle, so no one had been able to warn him...
In the past, he'd been used to poachers and Hunters, had no problem with dealing with them back then. Now...
He instinctively ducked when he heard the first gunshot then he tried to run. Instinct was a b***h sometimes...
He heard them give chase, heard one of them say that he was 'one of them'... That meant that he was a specific target. And he knew what that meant for him.
Somehow, he managed to run and got into a clearing before his leg gave out, dropping him and causing him to cry out at the pain, hands gripping his leg as he rolled on the ground. He paid no attention to the men that surrounded him, the pain overwhelmed everything.
As they surrounded him, one of them sneered at his show of pain and even smashed at the injured leg with the but of his rifle, causing Wind to cry out and try to roll away from them. It was impossible, of course. Another rifle butt to his head and he was out, making it easy to move him.
They had special orders for some of their targets. They were to be held then handed over for 'special' treatment. As long as they were alive it didn't matter the condition they in.
