twisted and terrified

Call me Scratch, he replied before continuing. Unlike the wolves he had seen on his travels, this one seemed to be a lot more...easygoing than the others he had seen. He quickly thought if all wolves were like Luke, or more diverse. It was true that the wolves he ran into before talked to him a bit (but more of taunting than actual conversing), but fighting occurred shortly afterward. He started to wonder of how this place would be like. With the mess the land has been in, he might be able to look around before order can be replaced and enemies could be organized against him.

All done Scratch announced. Or at least as good as I can get it to. Most of the blood's gone, but your fur's still stained. Are you all good?  While awaiting for an answer, Scratch made a grim smile. It was more of a reflex due to all he has been through when something didn't go utterly wrong. Hopefully, his luck will be better in this new place.