Playing the Victim

There was darkness in everyone, hiding in the depths of their soul, just waiting to be unleashed. This is why Bronze's explanation of what had happened lacked surprise at the fact he'd been attacked. He would be lying if he said he hadn't hurt another creature before on purpose. No irritation welled inside the large brute. All his mind could focus on was the pain that seemed to intensify as the day drew on, soon turning to midday as he had laid there waiting for nothing in particular.

And then Loccian had arrived. His attention snapped back to her, his ears perking atop his skull to listen to her words. She was going to help him; she'd brought herbs. "If you don't mind," he breathed roughly, his mouth slightly agape. There were still wolves out there who were willing to help another, simply out of the kindness of their hearts. Like his adoptive mother. Like Silent. In some creatures, the light trumped the darkness, stifling it completely. Bronze simply nodded in response to her offer to assist him, shifting to let his head rest on forepaws. His muzzle was turned slightly to watch Loccian, curious as to what she was doing. Somehow he trusted her, and yet his mind told him to keep an eye on her regardless. The smell of the herbs was strong, and pleasant, and he felt slight relief even as she just began to wash the dried blood from the wound on his neck. She was helping. Loccian knew what she was doing.

The last time they'd met, she'd been a longer. But had this changed since they last met? Tired nose would twitch to get a better whiff of her scent, but the overpowering herbs masked any hint of her smell. "Are you a healer, Loccian?" He inquired gently, groaning softly as he inhaled sharply.