The Return [c]

(ooc: Directly follows from This topic.)

Dreampaw panted, finally being able to return to camp. It wasn't a very long run; though their shoulders, face and back ached with pain— and now they felt as if they were about to faint from the nauseous feeling of it all. The cold of leaf-bare seemed to only worsened it more. Scarlet-colored droplets of blood dripped from their maw and down to the icy snow. A visibly decent scratch mark had been left on their face from the encounter just now, and they felt horrible that they couldn't fight back for the clan. Though as soon as they entered camp, their eyes scanned for the sight of Daystar, Goldenfang, or just Swiftspirit in general.

Soon enough, they spotted Daystar from just a distance away, and immediately made their way over to her. "Daystar— Do you have a moment, please?" They panted out, "It's important." They spoke up again, hoping that they could've caught her attention. Dawnhawk's threat echoed out in their mind, though they quickly shook the thought away, tail flicking stiffly in anxiousness.