He stormed back into the hut once it felt like nothing else could be done, the lost he sought to find were located. His arm dripped a dark red, apparent to his eye, cut deep from his fall onto the sharp stump. It was not something to normally faze him, yet the gaping wound appeared to challenge him, laugh at the Ayastigi for not trying hard enough. He could admit feeling cold, his clothing-bare Optime form soaked with the rain, and chilled by the winds. Somehow, the redhead found it amusing, that he had never witnessed such a storm, and here he was: Holding his arm, soaked and farily disappointed with his efforts. Jac had no shirt to tear, to stop the bleeding, and the personal medical supplies were likely given to the tribemembers at the Town Hall, for the injured.
He had to laugh.
As much as the Lykoi prince hated to move, the desire to staunch the bleeding trampled whatever sane desires to keep warm, to dry off and head to bed. Taking a deep breath, the Warrior left the hut, scurrying as quickly as he possiby could to the Hall. Many times his feet slipped, loss of balance from one of his hands staunching the blood from his arm. The coyote was desperate, blinking the water from his eyes, shivering. Jacinto hoped so much that his son was okay, as well as Io and her mate Jaroslaw. He knew, things hadn't worked out as well at first with Io's mate--Reasonable, but still...He worried. the former-infernian soon made it, orange eyes watery and his fur drenched. His arrival was anything but graceful, throwing himself into the hall and sitting half-heartedly on the floor. The room was dimly lit, likely from other AniWayans seeking shelter wihin. His wound did not look good. The blood had slowed some, yet it festered a worrisome wetnes...There was still some blood. He sank back against the back wall defeatedly, not knowing one thing about healing.
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He's cut roughly above his elbow, in a horizontal line halfway around his arm. He fell and rolled when he got hurt.
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