The dark wolf leaped forwards, teeth bared, but he was too late. Instead of getting a solid hold of their prey, his teeth barely grazed it, snapping shut around thin air. A snarl escaped him, and his head whipped around to follow the boar, just soon enough to see it collide with the pale boy. "Serach!" Drestig roared, fear rushing through him as the Donata tumbled to the ground. The boar had lost its balance too, sprawled on the forest floor only a few feet away, but Drestig's full attention was on Serach, paws quickly carrying him to the lad's side.

His heart thumped loudly in his ears as he watched the boy struggle to get back on his feet, clearly dazed after the impact. Drestig reached out to support the other, nose wrinkling at the smell of blood; He's hurt! Serach had discovered as much, his simple declaration clearly pronouncing him out of the game. The leader glanced briefly over his shoulder, to make sure they were all safe and the pig hadn't decided to take up the fight, then he made a swift decision; "Let it run!" He commanded, in case Veed was getting any ideas, then his attention returned once more to Serach. "Is it bad?" Drestig asked, much more softly, worry lining his face. He knew little about healing, but he thought he could tell a non-fatal injury from a deadly one. Still he feared for young man, and felt no small amount of guilt about what had happened. "Come," He urged gently; "We better get you back home."

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