[ Peter bites down on the hiss that tries to escape him as Charlie puts pressure on the wound, screwing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw. At Charlie's question, Peter grunts quietly, waiting for the bright pulse up his flank to ebb. ]
Hunting grounds to the south. Safer bet than the main roads. Lose them in the forests.
[ He lets out another strained noise as Charlie loops the bandages around, pulling them tight. ]
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Hunting grounds to the south. Safer bet than the main roads. Lose them in the forests.
[ He lets out another strained noise as Charlie loops the bandages around, pulling them tight. ]
Fuck, that hurts.