ARABIAN NIGHTS // FAIRYLIGHT'S RETURN

[AUGUST]

[glow=#000,1,400]A MILLION DREAMS ARE KEEPING ME AWAKE — TAGS[/glow]

He hurt, he ached. The rescue patrol to the Pitt had not left August unscathed, but in the end, he was grateful that he had gotten out alive. He was also grateful that those horrible Pittians hadn't done extreme bodily harm to Fairylights, that his friend had come back alive.

The young wolf walked along with Bucky's patrol, shoulders slightly [sub]sulking[/sub] with each stride as he tried to ignore the bruising feeling in his legs and side. Those guys had sure been powerful; they had managed to [sub]sink[/sub] the ground from under him and trap him before throwing him aside and winding the poor fellow.

When they made it closer to camp, the boy sped up his pace until he met Bucky and Fairylights. He cast a glance in the female's direction and asked softly, [glow=black,1,400]"Do you need anything? Food? Water? A blanket?"[/glow] He knew that Fairy likely had to receive medical attention, but maybe she'd appreciate something to eat or comforting warmth in the meantime.