Raynoel used the water from the stream to wash the injury he had received on his neck. The coolness of the stream stung at first, but the pain quickly dulled to a faint ache.
"It seems like it's almost fully healed because of the healing properties of the Old Tree. Doubling back was a good idea, and this way they'll never suspect that I'm still so close by," he muttered, more to himself than anything.
He grabbed a cloth from his pack, frayed at the edges and stained from previous battles, and tied the wound diagonally across his neck. The knot was messy, but it would hold for now.
"But I can't believe that b**** and her dog almost killed me," he hissed with annoyance, grinding his teeth together. "That was only because they sneaked up on me. If it was just us two, I would have definitely cut her throat."
