Remus followed the herd in its flight away from the wolves (I think). Only a few things besides Columbia could put fear into his heart, and wolves were one of them. Death was another, there was too much of it spreading around, a horrible disease of life.
Chest heaving from running, Remus lay down in the cool grass and rolled from side to side. He snorted with contentment before rising, grass-stained and refreshed.
*No instant killing or fatal wounding of other members' characters -- from now on, you must ASK the owner of the character you are fighting before injuring them in any way. You may make a move against them, but you may not say "causing their bones to crack" or "causing them to pass out". Is that clear?