Red Rock Falls lift me up

For @Hellhound only

The sea witch was growing bored of Lore, having not seen her sisters in a while, leaving her to assume they may have gone back to the beach or simply moved on as they were not impressed with the land either. However, Seiche had found the scent of her cousin, leading her to follow it casually as he travelled towards the east. She was keen on gathering her ginger coated cousin and hiking back to the beach where she was sure they would have more fun with others that understood their way of life.

As the salt and pepper female grew closer to Hellhound's fresh trail, she started to smell the undeniable scent of blood. This was not blood from the prey that ate, instead it was wolf blood and there seemed to be a lot of it. Seemed like her cousin didn't want to wait for her to join in on the fun. His scent was thick as she came upon the red rocks that were beginning to peak out underneath the snow. "Hellhound?" She called out as her deep blue gaze looked around for signs of him, but all she could see was crimson littering the stark white ground. "Whar th' hell be ye?"

 

Back on the coast to coast life

& You know I live for the hustle

The Archer devient had run as far as he could before the pain and blood loss and exertion had made him dizzy. Then he had slowed to a walk before even that became too much, and then Hellhound had given in to sleep. He had slept for what he could only assume for days before awaking groggy and in pain. His nose and muzzle still glistened from where it had been bit, his ear had clotted but was obviously still missing. His shoulder had clumps of fur missing and showed signs of damage, his sides both covered in purple bruising.

Hellhound knew he couldn’t stay here any longer. That crazy bastard could chase him down at any moment and finish the job he had started. So he sucked it up, got back on his paws and started moving his quick as his limbs would carry him. When the sound of his voice echoed through the rocks he picked up speed in panic, before putting it together that it was his cousin’s voice.

He skid to a stop, and swore under his breath at the pain. Barking back in the direction he thought it came from, he did not bother to use any kind of formal words. Seiche wouldn’t need them once she saw what bad shape he was in.