HE TASTES BLOOD. it’s not the first time, wolfkin doubts it will be the last, but when hand pulls away from his chest, he sees red stained into his gloves. not good. definitely not good. beyond what his limited skills can heal, this he knows for a fact. he’s not stubborn enough to ignore that his eyesight blurs, and it hurts to breathe as he walks. perhaps an ambush from an entire tribe of hilichurls wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be...
thankfully, he’s close enough to mondstadt to walk. an agonizing half hour walk, but a walk he accomplishes nonetheless. he manages to stumble into the front gate of mondstadt, before passing out in front of the blacksmith.
when he wakes, it smells different. clean. it’s the first thing he notices. the ceiling is bright...candle-lit. he has no idea what time it is, or where he is for that matter. but he can’t move just yet, his limbs feel like stones and his chest burns. he breathes in, judging the pain it takes to do so, before he catches movement out of the corner of his blurred vision.
“who’s there?” // @rcprobate plotted starter