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[sub][color=8E939E]✧     Location: Snakeburrow Woods     ✧     Purse: 12 copper     ✧      [@McMolly]  [@Hero]  ✧[/color][/sub][/center]
The wolf was only on top of him for a moment, if that, but to Kyreth it felt like an eternity. His hands burned as he struggled to free himself from the flaming creature, but the pain didn’t register immediately; instead, he thrust his hands into the flaming mass above him, pushing with hands and feet to get the writhing monster off of him.  

Finally, the wolf was yanked aside; Kyreth couldn’t tell by what, but he didn’t care. He scrambled back on reflex, eager to put as much distance as possible between him and the beast, but his senses finally returned to him and he fell onto his back as pain in his hands finally dawned on him. 

[color=8E939E]“Ah!”[/color] he hissed, gritting his teeth as prickly waves of searing pain coursed through his trembling hands. They looked bad - angry white blisters were already popping up out of his reddened flesh, and dirt from the road mingled with the wounds from his mad scramble. His cheek didn’t feel much better, and his clothes were singed black - for a mercy, they weren’t burned completely, but he could only imagine what a sight he was, looking like he just stumbled out of a burning building. 

With a painful grunt of effort, Kyreth pulled himself up into a sitting position, cradling his ruined hands in his lap as he finally caught his bearings. The others were dispatching the last wolf, if the sickening sound of hacking at bones was any indication, but more importantly, Lilann was still in one piece. Her hands were red as well, though fortunately not as much of a mess as his own - she must have pulled the thing off him! 

[color=8E939E]“Are y--”[/color] he began to ask, interrupted by a fit of deep, rattling coughs that doubled him over. His mouth filled with a foul taste, probably whatever was left of the acrid smoke he’d breathed in while fighting the wolf, and when the coughs finally subsided, he spat a mass of black sludge into the dirt beside him. Yikes, that couldn’t be good. On reflex, he searched for the waterskin at his hip, only to remember with a painful hiss that it was both empty and torn apart, and that his hands were in no shape to be searching for anything anyway. 

Eila approached then, offering healing. [color=8E939E]“Yes please,”[/color] Kyreth croaked, voice still gravely from the smoke and too humbled by his pain to deny the help. He held up his hands, which already looked worse than a moment ago. [color=8E939E]“Oh, but check Lilann first,”[/color] he remembered, looking to his Tainted friend with obvious concern. [color=8E939E]“Did it bite you?”[/color]