Oxygen for your Eulogy

The biggest win for Oxide thus far had been that he walked away from the quick fight with no injuries. Especially if he had actually been rabid, he didn’t want the crazed fiend’s teeth to pierce his flesh. The second was that the girl seemed to calm relatively quickly. Instead of clinging to the tree like her life depended on it she sat almost comfortably. Ox hadn’t made to move any closer as she offered him a word of thanks with downcast eyes. The boy was no stranger to the darkness in the world, his assumptions quickly came to her being an ex slave. What other wolves carried scars like these except the most experienced warriors. This poor girl was not an experienced warrior.

”You’re welcome, but now you realize your life is in my debt.” He said with all seriousness, pausing before resuming his slow pace forward. Ox looked her over again, feeling a prickling at his skin intensify the closer he got to her. ”What do you have to offer for that favor?” He asked, Eris had offered and given the boy aid with her talent of healing. In both his body and his soul. How could this poor probably escaped slave offer to release herself.