Larksong Grotto Geronimo

He got in a fight was SD over the prey opportunity. It's on his shoulder -- a bite wound. It's not bleeding anymore, but being a healer, Zaavier is frantic about infection :D

A single large ear flicked in the direction of the voice. He propped himself up on his non-wounded shoulder to get a good look at the stranger. He'd never seen him before, but he had the Larksong scent heavy upon him, so her was definitely a pack member. Maybe Zaavier hadn't been able to get out and socialize lately? He'd lost track of time. The wolf mumbled a hello and Zaavier smirked. "Hi." 

He shifted his weight and propped himself up into a sitting position. Her tail swayed a couple times as he studied the newcomer. He was just as skinny as he was at this point, but Zaavier would rather suffer alone that take his packmates with him. "M' Zaavier." He then said, ears pricked in interest.