After the Storm

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The rain was still falling, washing away the signs of the battle as if it had never happened. Cody stood barechested allowing the rain to wash his blood away and watching as the wound across his chest knit together. The healing ability of the Uratha never failed to amaze him even after these long years.

His fight had been mostly against the spirit allies of the Bale, a set of targets that he had gladly torn into. No less dangerous than their flesh and blood allies the corrupted wolf spirits had needed putting down and more importantly there was no danger of him breaching the oath of the moon fighting these opponents.

His walk took him past Ellis and Boomer, he grinned broadly at his fellow Blood Talons and admired the wounds that Boomer had taken in the battle.

"Earned a Triumph Rune there Boomer, old boy. Plenty of Glory and Purity to be claimed on this day I'd say."

He grasped Boomer by the forearm and moved on to Michele

"Good shooting kid, I can see why you're in the Tribe now"

He bypassed where the leaders were talking about what was to be done with the Captured Bale hounds taking time to flash Jack a grin and throw her a beer.

All in all Cody felt good and even started to hum a tune to himself. This was what it was all about, a just battle to save good people from bad things. He knew that his ancestors would be proud of his work this day.