Stagheart had dashed to Mistyshard's yowl as well, but Dusk had already been leaping into the fray. He stood at a close distance in case he was needed, watching as his strong Clanmates made quick work of the rogue. Relieved to finally be at rest, his adrenaline starting to settle, he only just began to feel the sting of his wounds.
The worst one was still the deep gash on his leg, but he'd be able to make it back to camp... he just couldn't delay in getting it wrapped up once he got there, or else he'd be asking for a heap of trouble. The rest of the scratches were standard, shallow but still pesty in how they bled. He'd certainly experienced worse; the few prominent scars that showed beneath his fur could attest to that.
With all that in his mind, he shook his head to Dusklion's question.
"I'll be alright," he meowed, gingerly shaking out his leg.
"Just gotta get this treated once we get there... that rogue had a nasty grip," he added with a bit of dry humor to his tone.
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