Misha looked at the red orange and black calico wolf in shock. He wanted to help Misha, with a permanent cripplement of an injury of his own; and he hadn't even known Misha that well. They weren't acquainted to call each other friends, but he was surely proving to her that he wanted to be her friend. Misha flicked her tail hesitantly and leaned her weight against him once she was sturdy beneath him. She looked at Tyr with pain and longing in her eyes, for she hope she didn't die out here because of her stupid and clumsiness to get a twisted paw of her own.
