He arrived with Rori and Torak back to his people, leaving behind Heria and her wolffolk, as well as the Marching Blades. Ares felt as though he was going to fall down when he finally returned back to his people.
They had already begun the festivities, Asyllia had returned to tell them of his glory, though he wasn't entirely sure if she had everything correct herself. Still, a few thousand people coming to cheer for him, well… that felt great. It was something exhilarating. He had thought perhaps he should keep his ego in check, but as the dancing became far more wild, the drums echoing in the air, well… maybe he could have a big head today.
He waved towards his people and then began to roar out, though very quickly realised that was a bad idea as his chest and side ached. He very slowly pulled his arms down and made his way up to his tent, though was quickly grabbed by Lana, who noticed him wince and then let him go slowly.
