Most of the orcs had been killed by the time of the mortal man's death. The monsters who had not met their end with an elvish arrow had fled. The bodies of their dead comrades scattered the forest floor. The fog had lifted, the ground wet with the memory of the mist. The light of the sun could been seen but faintly through the thin layer of clouds that covered the sky.
Anarya followed Rudhchamion through the wood as he carried Khelek. She felt ashamed for her stupidity that had caused them both injury. She knew she should had stayed in the tree. They came to a concealed glade where the green grass was not as wet as in other places. Rudhchamion lay the pup down upon the soft grass. The little wolf whimpered softly than lay his head down. Silently, the two elves bound and cared for the pup's wound. Thankfully, it was not as serious as Anarya had first thought.
"He will heal, right?" She asked Rudhchamion as he tied the makeshift bandage around the pup's leg.
"Yes, Khelek is strong for one so young. He will live." Rudhchamion answered not looking up from the wolf pup.
Anarya felt a surge of guilt wash over her mind, "I'm sorry I put you and Khelek in danger," She said standing, "Its my fault you both are hurt. I am sorry,"
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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