Rowan brought Syryn to a house he was renting from an old couple. It was situated on the couple's farm where they bred horses for a living. The anti mage had taken to staying here because it afforded him a hideaway from all the well-meaning visitors, the boot lickers, and the matchmakers who had no respect at all for his privacy.
It was on their way to this area that Syryn had transformed. Luckily, their fight had gone down in a wooded area next to the equine farm. Syryn hadn't been subdued easily but when had he ever been easy to deal with? The anti mage had struggled to restrain the teen without hurting him and it had cost him a few injuries in return. Rowan was left with a broken collar bone, an angry bruise on his jaw, and a long bloody gash up the side of his thigh where Syryn had gouged out a chunk of meat with his claws.
"I'm so sorry, Rowan.."
