Larksong Grotto Geronimo

No problem! What are his wounds?

Terich-mir had enjoyed an early morning fishing session, the fruits of which he'd given to Vuk, before patrolling the border for the better part of the morning. Now he was heading toward the lake to find lunch for himself when he ran into a wolf flopped on the ground. Now, Terich wasn't a frantic fellow, so he watched the other carefully to determine a few things. First, the wolf was still alive, though injured. The second was the wolf seemed just as skinny and weak as he, so any confrontation would be minimal at best. He hoped no confrontation was necessary.

Hello? he queried quietly, keeping his distance for now. The other might have been injured, but that didn't mean the fight-or-flight response was gone. Terich-mir watched the other, eyes narrowed and ears thrust forward to catch the reply.