Break...away from everybody...away from everything

The youths ears twitched when he heard something approach, the squelching of mud nearby. Did another creature become a victim as well? He turned his head tiredly to the side, eyes squinted against the rain. He was shocked that another had found its way to him, he himself hadn't even scented the male...or the female lurking in the bushes. Mako gazed at the beast that approached him, listening to his words. The boy was resigned to accepting his fate, but here, a man had come to help him. Why? He didn't quite understand it. His old pack would have just left him, not even bother to look for him. But this complete stranger was risking his own life for the kid. He watched tiredly as the man came up to his right side, introducing himself as Demonio. Mako watched him as he began to dig underneath him. The boy didn't budge, even when the male called Demonio began to push him upwards. Why was he helping him?

He watched as the creature dug him out, the mud sinking away from his torso. He didn't exactly understand this...a stranger, helping him. It was not something he was used to...not something he knew. What was compassion? It was foreign to him...was that what this man was showing him? He thought for a moment...why should he give up now? Surely he had a purpose in this world...right? If this man was helping, then there was something for him. Or maybe he was just being nice...either way, it was time for him to get out of this. The boy turned away, rising to his feet. With the help of Demonio, he'd get out of this.

Mako glanced ahead of him, the mud seemed to be less thick there. Firmer even, but it was hard to tell. He'd just have to risk it. With the help of the male beside him, he struggled to get a good grasp on the mud in front of him, while at the same time he put a back foot on the shoulders of the beast to help him make a jump to dryer land. Placing his paws accordingly, the small boy bunched his weak muscles and pushed off, landing clumsily on the dryer land under a large oak tree that sheltered that part from the falling skies.
He glanced towards Demonio, waiting for the brute to get himself back to stable land.

Mako then turned his attention to the bushes in front of him, a scent hitting his nose. Strange though it was, he now knew that something else was there. He crouched low to the ground, body packed with mud and water. He saw something there...a wolf, standing half hidden in the bush. Questioning yet curious eyes fell on her, had she been watching this whole time?