No Questions Asked

Scim's calling for anyone else to join -- maybe no more than 1-2 others. @Bazi @Kaskara @Kieren @Anouk @Tarquin @Falwasi

Of all of the wolves to come upon the silver boy in his time of need, it could be assumed that Scimitar would be the most useless in this situation. The large man watched with a wary eye as the youth mumbled.. and then slumped down once more. A rush of air blew out from Scimitar’s lips as his eyes flitted over the youth, and rushing forward, the man bent his muzzle down to nudge his companion gently, his nose finding the boy’s shoulder. With Paarthurnax gone, they did not have a healer who had stepped forward yet, and for a stolen moment, Scimitar was uncertain of what to do.
 
Tipping his muzzle up, the regal called – for anyone, really, to come forward and aide. As his cry faded, the cinnamon Frostfur bent his muzzle down once more, inspecting his companion. “Tryphon,” he rumbled quietly, giving another nudge, this time to the boy’s cheek. “Did you eat something? Did you hit your head?”