Silvertip Mountain Crippled Beyond Repair

No he was not. Ezekiel eyes him cautiously, the older seemed unstable. Physically and mentally at the moment. Zeke certainly didn't want him to fall into the pools of water, so he sat down where he was so as not to startle Chaska further. He wasn't sure yet, but Ezekiel figured Chaska's problems had something to do with his scars and what had caused them. Zeke had scars of his own, and they had stories behind them. Surely Chaska's had stories as well, and by the way the other eyed them, Zeke was positive. Now intrigued, the Manchester glanced over Chaska again.

Zeke made his posture as relaxed and comfortable as possible, hoping to relieve any tension that Chaska still held and then spoke again. Can I help you? If you'd like to talk about things, I will listen. Ezekiel was an avid listener, one of the reasons why he was going for the trade. He only hoped Chaska would allow for his help, the grey male didn't look so good.