Mouth open.
Jaw line moving as if to argue about something.
"Don't speak."
Zen tried to hush the Swan King who must have been feeling immense pain.
Still the stubborn Swan King kept desperately trying to speak."
"The dam…" whispered Zavier.
He stared down into the Swan King's eyes.
The normally arrogant and haughty face now looked pale and gaunt, Zavier had done what a good bait would do.
Zavier had drawn the attention of the wendigo to himself.
Out of respect Zen ripped off his own shirt and hastily packed it into the now sizable hole in his neck.
After putting enough pressure on the wound the Swan King had calmed down and was able to breathe easier after Zen removed most of the poison.
So now that Zen sealed the wound the Swan King wouldn't bleed to death but he wasn't entirely out of harm's way.
"Remember you have to live to avenge your clan," muttered Zen, "So don't die on me damn it."
Zen wiped the excess blood from his hands onto his pants.
