Wild Berry Meadow ludus

Too kind.

If only the wolves of Blackfeather could see him now, it would surely come as a shock—or would it? Kove had never been physically ruthless, but verbally. Always were his approaches made with words, promises and lies. Yet, he was not acting in such a manner currently. He had nothing to gain from assisting the girl aside from a clean conscious, which made it a wonder as to why he was helping her. Perhaps he wasn’t all bad, or maybe the appeal of her features drove him to help in any way that he could. Either way, he was there to stay and offer whatever assistance was to be asked of him.

She needed a place to stay so that she could heal, and so he thought over what he could offer. The forest was out of the question entirely, for he knew that leading her there would be a death sentence. He swore he could remember seeing an abandoned den or two in unclaimed lands, though, which seemed like their best bet. “I think I saw a place on my way here,” he answered. “It looked abandoned.” And if it wasn’t, he could easily remove whatever had claimed it—assuming it wasn’t something like a bear, of course. Believing that he had shelter covered, he looked at her limb. “Will you need carried?” How would that even work? Awkwardly, if at all.