Nursing Wounds

Their gazes met, and stayed that way. Aloofness was prominent in the features of the stranger, rather than intrigue or fear. Those were the more common reactions, if past experience meant anything. "Not hiding, more-so resting if anything. If I were hiding, you would probably be seeing me shaking. I'm not afraid. However, if this is your den I would be alright with leaving so you can rest here, you seem to need it more than I," the male responded, eyes cutting to the wound on his forelimb that had begun to weep blood from his movements. A grunt was all he offered in response, raising his head to shift his attention to the area around them. Well, this wasn't nearly as much fun as he'd hoped. "I apologize for staring, but, even though I do not know much about healing, I'd still be able to assist if you can teach me anything,"

Lip curling disdainfully, the behemoth glanced back down at the stranger. A selfless, good spirited soul. Disappointing. He huffed a heavy sigh through his nostrils. "Nothing much grows in the sand." he rumbled in reply, vivid pink gaze drifting across the terrain towards the land bridge. Perhaps a few dandelions, where the sand met proper soil, but that would be the utmost limit in all likelihood. "Perhaps on the other side." he muttered, more to himself than anything else. The northern continent seemed overrun with foliage, from what he could see in the distance. Tall spires of trees turned ebony in the moonlight.