Logan picked himself up, that roundhouse kick had been a bad idea on this uneven terrain, not to mention he was too hopped up on adrenalin and now endorphins, and not at his best from sudden blood loss and the rush of his body producing more blood to replace it. He stood for a long moment, panting a bit as he read Nik's body language. He saw his surrender written on all the lines of his body, but Logan didn't feel triumphant. In fact, he didn't feel good at all. Now that his anger was pretty much spent, all he managed to feel was shame, regardless of the fact that his instincts told him this had been the right thing to do. If Nik was going to be in the X-men with him and Karr, that was a hell of a lot of ferals running around without establishing a pecking order of some sort. It was brutal, and he didn't like it, but it was the truth.
His muscles finally relaxed, and he took a step towards Nik, but only to look him over. "Can you walk?" he asked in a gravelly, tired voice that had nothing to do with exertion. I'm sorry about this. Seeing my kid hurt made me crazy, he wanted to say, but didn't. Instead, he cleared his throat and pressed on, his face an unhappy scowl, "We need to get back. Get ya to the med bay and get you checked out."
He really hoped Nik could walk. He wasn't looking forward to having to carry that heavy beast all the way back to the Haven, not even in wolf form.