Bearclaw Valley Toughen me up!

There were times when Raziel wished to have company but everyone was too busy to chat; then there were other times when Raziel wanted to be alone and with his thoughts and suddenly everyone came rushing towards him wanting to talk with him. Okay. He'll endure it...most of the time. But that day....the gods and the Fates were too cruel. He had just woken up from a nap, found himself in the deepest part of the forest, almost died, just managed to get back to open ground (if he was human and could sweat, he would practically be drenched by now) and was regaining his breath when Scarlett arrived and licked his cheek in greeting.

Thankfully, he was looking normal now instead of a wolf suffering some heart attack and therefore Scarlett wouldn't be suspicious or worried. But of all times she could come and talk to him, it just had to be after that happened. Seriously. Raziel was about to tell her to GTFO when he recalled a faint howl in the air when he was running through the forest; he hadn't really noticed it as he was kind of dying as he did so but now that his head was clearer, his brain called forth the tinier details a few minutes before. Raziel resisted the urge to scowl, instead regained his stoicness and met Scarlett's gaze with faux calmness.

"Toughen you up?" Raziel repeated with a cant of his head, his heart still thudding in his chest at an abnormally fast pace; it was slowly going back to normal. "You really want to do this?" he asked, fixing his fierce turquoise gaze at her. "I don't even know how to toughen you up..." Raz sighed and shifted his weight, tail flicking thoughtfully behind him before he sat down. "First things first, strangers are not your children nor are they worth caring about. If you wish for your family and you to survive, then you must let them go and not help them, be nice to them, etc. Sacrifices have to be made."