'Oh gosh, what do I do?' Earlier events led Shisu finding an unknown, ghostly wolf in a pit. He was weakened, scarred, and seemed almost too broke to speak. All she offered so far was a few warm words, trying to console the wolf. She could not leave someone in this state, but they couldn't stay in the area that caused such a disturbance to him. There was hesitation on what the silver wolf should originally do, because she wasn't sure if it was alright to bring an unknown man to Blackfeather Woods. Though her guilt and warmth overcame the hesitation, and thus begun their journey to home.
She felt he would do better in a safe location to be looked over. The wolf could find appropriate herbs for Mou, something like Chamomile to ease his nerves. Though Shisu somewhat struggled in the escort, as her stamina and strength was not the best. When he started to fall, she quickly offered her support to the weakened wolf, "Oh no, are you okay?" the lass worriedly asked.
However she then shifted her gaze to look toward the territory, noticing that another was approaching. There was a sense of relief that came from Shisu, as she noticed it was a Packmate. Though she could see this wolf had an air of cautiousness, only assuming it came due to her bringing an unknown wolf, "uhm. I found him, trapped in a pit... He needed help, and, uhm," her words came out rushed and panicky, 'oh gosh' she thought before continuing, "it didn't feel, right to leave him there." Rather sloppily, she pulled her reasoning toward Relymna's questioning look.
Short! But IDK what to do with him since he cannot talk.
The two strangers were conversing, and he could see the look of concern that passed between them. Mou wished he could explain; but there was very little he could say, even if he had the ability, for his tired mind was in a perpetual state of shock. When the topic turned to bears the boy ducked and cowered against the ground, reacting without thinking, and remained there as if he was alone and the darkness of the forest would protect him.
Mou relented eventually, not exactly calming but he didn't have the energy to cower the way that he was. His body went slack, and he found himself thinking of Maegi and of Sithis and of the way the monster had asked for his name — so his mind dwelled a little bit too long in the memory of the caves, and he murmured thoughtlessly, Sssithisss.. Sih... Sihh... Sithis,
as if it were a prayer that kept him safe.