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Grayday watched the pale woman depart, his ears fanning back in discomfort. He decided he'd leave the remains of the carcass here, in case the woman came back - but his pale wolf had to eat first. He wasn't running a charity after all, was he?

Was he?

Abruptly, the male found himself warming to the idea, though he did his best to push it away. He had a family to worry about; he didn't have the time or resources to fix every wolf he came across. But his bleeding heart wouldn't let him leave well enough alone, and when the pale stranger thanked him, he could only say:

"It's a mean enough world."

But hadn't he turned that stranger away? Hadn't he added a little more to the meanness, even with that tiny gesture? Sure, she wasn't as bad off as this wolf, but... Grayday sighed, and leaned forward to lick a droplet of blood from the woman's brow. "Rest for a while. I'll wake you when I have to leave."

He shifted and laid nearby, offering his back to be sheltered against. He wasn't quite sure what to say to the other, especially with all the strange thoughts now floating around his head, and the lingering sense of guilt that hung over him for his perfectly reasonable actions. Finally, though, he remembered his manners and added, "I'm Grayday, by the way."