Injured

Jade

I watched the man get out from his prison under the fallen ice and mountain rubble.

His body had wounds all over them but his healing factor soon kicked in. He walked to us with his white hair stained with blood and the scar on his cheek not healing. That was a permanent scar which I guessed had been caused by wolfsbane.

“Are you being serious right now?” I asked, struggling under the strength of the big bearded man. “Conan is still up there with that huge wolf and you guys can’t do anything. He’s going to die.”

“He knows what he signed up for,” sighed the white haired man. “We’ve tried to get past those wolves up there but it’s almost like they don’t get tired of replicating in numbers. There are so many of them.”

I looked around to see he was right. I could count at least a thousand of these creatures that were dead. Looking up the side of the mountains, I saw many of them climbing back up to join their pack.

“I’m going to