[ he is all right. If there was one thing common to all Laguz, it was their hardiness. There are plenty of cuts on his body by the time the fighting is through, and even more bruises hidden beneath his fur, but the huge wolf looks just as menacing as ever. Yeah, he feels like he could probably go another round. But it's fine that the fighting's over, too; then he could rest. He is tired.
Unlike Arietta, he doesn't seem particularly concerned about his partner - not by any sort of callousness, but by his own quiet, whimsical nature. He figures she's okay, probably - he can see her still standing from the corner of his eye. Volug isn't the type to fret over others much, aside from those who earn it. When he thinks none of the other soldiers are going to get back up, he lays down where he was standing, carefully licking a still-bleeding gash on his paw. ]
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Unlike Arietta, he doesn't seem particularly concerned about his partner - not by any sort of callousness, but by his own quiet, whimsical nature. He figures she's okay, probably - he can see her still standing from the corner of his eye. Volug isn't the type to fret over others much, aside from those who earn it. When he thinks none of the other soldiers are going to get back up, he lays down where he was standing, carefully licking a still-bleeding gash on his paw. ]