tumblin' and trippin'
ft moon
08-04-2019, 09:47 AM
Benedict gave a start at the voice. twisting his head from his paw, he'd look up at the stranger warily. she introduced herself as Moon - Moon Wreckage - but surnames meant little to him. he still considered himself a bit new to these lands. he knew that many wolves placed stock in family, but to him, they were all the same. their actions spoke louder than bloodline. what was interesting was that she was a healer, and had followed his blood trail to assist him. "m' Benedict of Abaven" he introduced himself firstly, baby blues straying from her pale form to the injured paw. it was still bleeding but not as profoundly as before. he'd hold out his limb to her so she could see it better. he didn't seem to notice her own wariness, nor her steeled nerves. "might haf' cut meself" he added in uncertainly. what if it would fester into infection before he went back to Abaven? the thought was a bit scary. he'd never had an infected wound before, but he heard not so nice things. "ye think ye can look?" |
to note; benedict speaks with a slight european accent