Aradra glares at the retreating enemies before going over to the closest tree and sitting down. With a huge sigh, he closes his eyes in an attempt to deal with the small amount of pain that occurs when he removes the arrow. "Chaucer, can I borrow that wands power real quick? Another assault like that and I won't be standing."
Shadow, seeing his master in pain, goes over and starts licking up the blood off of Aradra's clothes. Aradra smiles and ruffles the wolfs fur, smiling to himself.