Some time has passed, how much? There is no way to know, he didn't count, but the passage of it is undeniable. The bones started to hurt again, feeling returning to the body, pain everywhere. His eyes are heavy and tired.
Given the monster's earlier attack, it is to be expected. Pain brings rudimentary control over the body, not yet enough for a fight. The cave is cold, something he failed to notice back in the fight because of the blood rushing, but now the cold temperature is everywhere, colder than the monster sleeping against him.
With a cool head, the entire atmosphere of this place changed. Going from a battlefield to a cold catacomb. The wolf's body doesn't lighten the mood. With a smack of the lips, there is nothing to do there, even less something he can do now.
