He did not stop running until his legs collapsed beneath him. His stomach thudded against the ground, another oof! tumbling off his tongue as he struggled to control his breathing. You’re okay, you are okay, you didn’t die. Almost. But you didn’t. Good job. The world around him was spinning, swirls of deep emerald and cherry. Sachiel had almost forgotten about the injury he’d received until he tried to move his tail, causing a loud yelp to escape him followed by a low whine. How was he supposed to hide that from his parents?! They wouldn’t be happy that he had snuck away so far from the (horribly orange) Vale and gotten hurt. He dared not look at his bleeding tail out of fear that half of it was missing.
Hey kid?
Reluctantly the boy lifted his head from the ground, his brows narrowed as he craned his neck to look around for the ebony yearling. Sachiel did not move from his position on the ground for his legs were still trembling and his tail hurt far too much. But he wanted the stranger to know that he was alive—barely—since he had saved his life ’n all. He deserved that, right? The little Leigh parted his jaws to respond but nothing came out. His mouth was too dry and the words caught in the back of his throat. Pressing his lips together he frowned, his ears falling back against his crown as a whine escaped him once more.
Hopefully that was good enough.