Askell replied to his inquiry, stating his plight. Apparently, he had fallen asleep at the strange autumn festival - he recalled the odd shrines he'd noticed around Auster, particularly the one he had offered to, and furrowed his brow in concern. It appeared the results of actions varied deeply; some received gifts as he had, while it appeared other wolves weren't so lucky. Though, he couldn't fathom the Taicho doing anything foolish - he was intelligent and courageous. So what had he done to anger whatever forces had marred his legs so terribly? The pain in the man's face was apparent, his defeat and solemn tone clear in his voice. "It sounds like a horrific experience, Askell. I am sorry." He said simply, his expression still tense, but eyes softened in sympathy for the wounded man. It certainly echoed to him the same feelings of uselessness - being injured and unable to protect the pack and its members properly. He understood that pain all too well. "Though I cannot explain the circumstances myself, I don't believe you deserved it in the least." Those sprites, creatures, whatever they were..they pissed off Usagi if they hadn't already rubbed him the wrong way before. Hurting one of his pack members was a new low for whatever strange festival was concocted.
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