Undertow

Black ears pricked forward as the oh so tiny male began to speak. He believed that he had a broken leg and some other damage. She wondered how he made it this far with a broken limb. He must be stronger than he looked. From where she stood, the marked man looked rather... breakable.

The man, Sota by name, went further to offer his services in return for healing. Well, that was something that she could agree to. He'd just done all of the work for her. "Agreed," she said simply in her growling tones. Her consent was accompanied by a nod of her blocky skull. "Welcome to The Hallows."

He was small, so it would be easy to simply carry him back, but he most likely had his pride. It would be easier for him to lean against Percy than against herself. They were of a closer height. Resin brought her lone golden eye to rest on the small wolf. "If you're able to walk, leaning against Percy would be your best bet. I've no complaints in carrying you to the healer though if you'd prefer to save yourself the trouble." She would allow him to choose his manner of entering the territory. It would be his home for a while.