Shilah was dropped on the border like a slain goose. Just deposited like prey. His head was throbbing, sending little stars across his vision. It was no question the male had a concussion and now a large gash across his left shoulder that was bleeding heavily. He tried to process what was going on around him. His captor spoke? something of pups? and a name he didn't recognize. A weak snarl spilled from his lips. "You? should?. haveasked." Shilah was a kind male, willing to help those in need regardless of the packs they belonged to. All she needed to was ask and instead the heartless bitch chose to capture him? Shilah rarely felt fury but it shook now in his chest, mixing with the pain in his head and shoulder. He felt sick.
