Aksel wasn't one to believe in the over-masculine nonsense that it was wrong to ask for help or to be in trouble. However, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed after the show he'd put on for Warja in their previous meetings. If anything he'd only proved that yes… he was an idiot. She quickly closed the distance between them and he took a step back, startled at her sudden approach. He stared at her as she asked him to explain everything… he could barely ask for help she had to be kidding! Yet, when she mentioned she was a healer, Aksel let out a soft sigh of relief. Well, at least he wouldn't have to make a fool of himself in front of an entire pack.
Aksel took a deep breath, pushed the pain from his mind, and struggled to speak. "I meht muh muddur…. she…" Aksel flinched and shivered, s-sounds weren't going to work well. "….atacked..meh…" He looked away for a moment then turned back to Warja, frustration building. He didn't know what else to say. He finally met the woman who birthed him and her response was to break his jaw and tear the flesh on tops of his shoulders and hips til he was chased away bloody and defeated. The pain came rearing back and Aksel shook his head, he couldn't do this. What else did she need to know? He hoped she'd ask him some yes or no questions so he wouldn't have to open his mouth.
