Sawtooth Spire I'll be happy when you're gone

He sighed and nodded at the story behind the wound. "I was stumbling up, luck must've helped me in some way. Some loners prefer to take care of only themselves, so you can never be sure. Others are more likely to help." He walked forward until he reached her and the carcass. "And anything helps in a time of hunger." Though young, this was one of the first lessons he learned when he left his pack. He forced his own smile, one thing he'd learned before leaving was make friends, not enemies. It's always safer that way anyways.