Swiftcurrent Creek Words from not so far off

This was not the attention he sought, he didn't want another's help, he wanted to sleep the pain away, such was the pain of the heart. But the pain he felt now, was years old and had chased him here, more so since he had seen fox for the beauty she was and yet been rejected in any interaction they had had so far, She clearly saw him as a outsider rather then anything else, but his past taught him that being an insider, seen as a potential mate and still rejected hurt just as much. The war inside this brute was tearing him apart. These thoughts flooded his mind as he stared at Lector at a loss for how to reply. His eyes unguarded showed great pain, had he had more strength he might have been able to keep his composure. But a week of not eating, giving what food he spent precious energy on catching, away and not even having the desire to eat; Atop the physical wound to his chest he had gotten through childish play with another had sapped the fight within him.

It was Ferdie's turn to growl lowly, as he regain himself and his composure, his yellow eyes hardened as he glared at the wolf, then huffed and looked away before turning his attention back to the wolf.
He was not a rude wolf by his very nature, normally he was easy going.
"No I have never been tended to before. This is nothing, I will heal in a few days time as long as I rest" He knew though he could not rest Bazi and he needed to dig out a den to sleep in, the cramped quarters they used now did not allow him to stretch and had since slowed what little recovery his body was trying to make.

He glanced over his shoulder; all he wanted to do was leave, he had delivered the message. It was all he could do but not run, he was worried that if he tried to run, even this old wolf would be able to take him down right now. And the last thing he wanted was more injuries.