Not actually sneaking out

Things had been quite, still, or that was the young man's days so far, going here and there. Alone most of the times, but that has been his life, lonely. He'd been independent on his growth not only on a physically basis, but his education and what he wanted to be were all on his own paws. No professional healers beside his mothers took residence in this pack, and that forced him to learn on his own. Of course that wasn't too efficient, but was there any other alternative? Not really. He could ask his mother for help, but he never liked to bother others, so yes it was part his own fault but well.

The morning brought a cool, fresh day. And for the Klein it felt just right, perfect for a morning walk. His fur was messy from not having a bath in a while. Fortunately, he went unharmed by the long night's sickness, seeing many suffer around him. Yet he couldn't help, he didnt know how anyways.

He let his mind wander, traveled through a crowded brain, crowded of passing by memories, moments of his life. He needed to get better, better as a fighter and healer if he wanted to protect his family, his home. And there he almost missed the female's form as he walked by. But her scent stopped him before stumbling onto her. She seemed, bad, badly injured. Ears pulled down in concern. "Hello?... Are you okay? Who did this?" He asked, tail tucked in respect as he inspected her wounded paw. With only his eyes for now.  

"The talking"