As I awaited to begin my patrol with Moa'che, another Sunwalker by name of Wassamasaw Sunwolf came across me as I made my way toward Camp Narache. He seemed like a sweet-tempered, kindly soul but also reserved because of his Grimtotem heritage. I have come across so many former Grimtotem, all transplanted or raised somewhere other than with their tribe. There is a part of me that wants to lead them back to their people so that they can feel whole again and part of something. They must be willing to take that journey for themselves, though, and it is not my place to insist. So, I simply offered them what information I could on other tribes like the Wolfmanes and the Palehorns that are looking to recruit further members. By the end of it, Wassamassaw heard of my upcoming patrol and offered to travel with Moa'che and I. He even stayed until Moa'che arrived. Unfortunately, by the time Moa'che came to meet us Wassamassaw was called away to tend to his injured kodo.
The patrol was just to be Moa'che and I, which is what was planned anyway so nothing was lost. Together the two of us made our way up to Red Cloud Mesa where I dropped off the package Wolf asked me to deliver to one of the shaman there. With that task completed, I could turn my attention to the task at hand.
What was intended to be a simple patrol against quillboars turned out to be a curious mystery of quillboars with Fel magic and giant quillboars as big as a tauren. We disrupted whatever Fel rite the quillboars were attempting to cast or summon, but at the cost of any kind of stealth or subtlety. It garnered the attention of the Quillboar Juggernaut and the thing proceeded to batter at Moa'che and I like a blacksmith against his anvil. Moa'che took a solid headbutt from the creature, but managed to hold his ground. He even managed to shove the brute back a few paces at one point during the fight.
For my own part, I incinerated one of their waterspeakers with a Holy Shock, but as I turned to help Moa'che with the Juggernaut I was shoved aside as the thing tried to charge at Moa'che. Still, my fellow Sunwalker held his ground and let the thing ram against his shield. I managed to get back onto my hooves, just in time for the Juggernaut to take notice of me and swing his club my way. I did not even see the swing coming as it came from my blind side, I know Moa'che tried to interpose himself, but this Juggernaut was just a fraction of a second faster. The brute's club caught me on the ride side of my head, sending me flying to land in a rolling heap of armor and fur. I do not recall what happened after that.
I woke in Artimir's clinic, with the sin'dorei tending to my injuries. I remember bits and pieces of Moa'che, the look on his face warring between concern and guilt. *This is my duty, why would it make you either of those things?* I remember Artimir fussing at me about being reckless -- was I reckless, though? Unfortunate, perhaps, but it is not as if I threw myself into some impossible battle. An enemy got the better of me, it is as simple as that.
With this injury, though, Artimir has confined me to rest and recovery, which means I will not be able to make it to Story Circle tonight, the first I have missed since I began going. Nor will I be able to spar against Zagosh. Perhaps it is all for the best. A night in bed being tended by a small fox man won't be so bad, will it?