I tripped and fell, oops

The air was rich with the scent of damp soil, pine needles, and wood smoke, mingling with the faint brine of the distant sea. Aristaios had been patrolling the outskirts of this territory for a hunt when he noticed the commotion ahead. His mismatched eyes caught sight of a wolf tumbling to the ground, and his ears perked up at the sound of the impact. Damn. Quickening his pace, he approached the scene with his usual bold stride, his curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar wolf, and the incident he’d just witnessed.

The surroundings were formidable, he didn’t blame them for a missed step.

As he neared, the sight of an earthy colored female wolf with accents of green, clearly in distress, brought a furrow to his brow. She seemed to be wrestling with the pain in her paw, her emerald eyes flashing with frustration. Her body was tense, her muzzle wrinkled in a scowl as she examined her injury. Aristaios stopped a short distance away, his presence unmistakable, yet he made sure his approach was non-threatening. You couldn’t just walk up to anyone being the size he was and expect them to take kindly to it.

“Hey there,” He called out, his deep, resonant voice carrying a mix of concern and curiosity. “Looks like you took a nasty fall. Need some help?” His Greek accent added a warm undertone to his words, and he offered them a chance to believe he hadn’t seen the actual tripping as it happened. He took a few cautious steps closer, his eyes assessing her injury. His thoughts briefly wandered to the potential dangers she would face alone in this rugged terrain, even on the way out.

Despite his rugged exterior, there was a flicker of real concern in his pale blue and golden eyes. He knew all too well the perils of the wild and the vulnerability that came with being injured. He watched her closely, the way she had sat herself up and leaned against a rock, her movements pained.

“Sorry to say I’m no healer. That paw doesn't look too good. Mind if I take a closer look?” He asked, his tone straightforward but gentle, ensuring he didn't come across as some creep. His body language was open and confident, his posture relaxed but ready to spring into action if needed. Maybe it would put her more at ease. He stood ready, prepared to offer assistance but respecting her space, waiting for her response.

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