Wolf RPG

On broken footpaws he walked. Body emaciated and wounds scabbed and broken. He smelled of that beast from hell. That wolf that had attacked, but he was alive. Blood poured from over his one eye. The wound constantly catching and cracking.

The flesh was peeled from his side where teeth and claws had marked him. Long thin strips the sides pulled apart. It was probably festering. His shoulder burned at each step and the scar upon his face the edge broken and scabbed.

He could finally make it nor more and he fell upon the ground letting loose one howl of help. Realizing he really didn't want to die.

Vasa wandered the wilds in search of a purpose; someone else who needed help, perhaps. Was that not what she'd always done, the purpose of her existence? And so when she scented blood she did not hesitate to follow, pace picking up to a trot until the howl cut through the air.

Then she started to run.

She found the man battered and barely hanging by a thread, carrying the scent of another wolf. His assailant, she assumed. Vasa had learned not to ask too many questions. Hey, hey, Her voice was hushed, soothing. I'm Vasa, I'm a medic. I don't have anything with me, but I can go grab some stuff. Think you can hang out here for a minute while I get what I need?

Sandy had been searching for a purpose and hadn't found one. And he had been thinking for a while it was time to go, or maybe if he wasn't here. And then he had almost died and he found. He didn't wnat to die. He loved the riverclan and those he had vowed to help and he couldn't leave them.

Sandulf struggled to meet her gaze. I cccan try m'lady. He wheezed. Tried to offer her a small smile, but blood bubbled near his muzzle and he winced instead.