{ the exhaustion hits him soon as the last breath leaves the boar-bear. one last cease of a heartbeat and he thinks when it ends, all he can hear is his own as he wipes his hands down onto his sides. there's dried blood on there, what's more to add? he takes in the quietness that settles after before he lets his legs buckle and he falls backwards onto the snow, his arms extended. the snow tickles and is a cold tinge upon his skin. it's comforting as he glances up at the sky and then whistles. }

We did it.

{ his body is attempting to heal, and it does very slowly, far slower than it should. there's still a block upon some of his vampiric aspects, so he turns to claude. there's some part of him that hasn't caught up to the kill, and the rush is ceasing into a relief to have done one thing to help out. it'll never be enough, but it's something. randomly after some silence, he asks. }

Have you ever made a snow angel? I wasn't allowed to growing up. It wasn't proper for a young man of my class.

{ he begins to move his arms in the a back and forth motion, his legs following briefly. there's no shame in his movements, only an ease that he hasn't allowed since they got kidnapped. the coldness is helping his aching muscles. it's slightly manic to consider his act while there lays a dead creature to the side. louis made do with the exhaustion. he stops his motions soon enough and lifts himself halfway, his arm over a knee from the leg that he extends into himself. the snow had stuck to his hair and parts of his body. he truly just needed a minute to compose himself. }

I might take you on the healing when we get back. Provided you get some yourself. I should be ready now.