Please Help Me...

Every heart beat seemed to send another pulse of pain rocketing through the young man's head. Aksel flinched, eyes clenched tight as he waited for the pain to pass but it didn't to want to leave him be. Aksel sat heavily. The world felt like it was spinning and he was still a long way off from a pack. Way to go, he'd really gotten himself into it this time. Aksel sighed heavily, as long as Dægmar was in Alacritia he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to be. Though… he had to admit he was tempted to take her up on her offer. Not only so he could polish his skills in fighting but so that he could also keep an eye on his new siblings.

Ears flicked back and he winced as he tried to grin at the beautiful form of Warja. "Muh… mughtr….." Aksel took a deep breath and sighed before whimpering softly. "Halp?"