BLEEDING OUT IN THE COLD AND THE DARK
01-26-2014, 05:28 PM
"Of course, am I supposed to be injured or something?" Shilah didn't even flinched. He'd treated all types of wolves before and knew that pain generally brought out the worst in others. He dimly recalled the pregnant female he'd helped before he crossed the border into the lands of Alacritis. He still had the scar on his left leg where she'd attacked him in her fear and panic and of course he couldn't blame her. Not all wolves knew of the nomads and a strange male was always a threat until proven otherwise? and even then sometimes still. And speaking of strange wolves another male appeared, snow white and covered in dry blood. Shilah immediately knew he had to be a pack wolf. The stench of blood on his coat was bound to warn prey of his prescience long before he could make a good kill. He was mostly likely relying on his pack for sustenance or from scavenging. Shilah's fur stood on end as he eyed the male warily. It was not lost on Shilah that the blood smelt like wolf blood. He'd treated enough wounds to know. "You do not smell very appetizing yourself, Sir." Shilah's tone was stern and wary. He glanced back at the femme, he smelt no blood from her and she seemed to be doing alright. It was possible here wound was one of the heart or mind. Both difficult to treat if not impossible. Lightning flashed in the skies above and Shilah held silent. Waiting to see what might happen before he made his leave. Speech |