Neverwinter Forest The Flesh Failures

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Szabala had hoped the snow might make its way through the coniferous forest to the ground they'd claimed. She'd caught the odd snowflake that managed to drift down through the protective branches, but so few had made it through that the ground was still brown and green. She wasn't terribly desperate enough to go to the borders and pass beyond the realm of their pack just to play in the snow, but she did want to see it, so she made her way toward the border, humming a lively little tune, stopping when she saw a silver figure staggering toward her, coming in from the borders. He was well past them, and she did not recognize him, not by his face or by his scent, as she had yet to spend any time at all learning how to track. There was something familiar about him that she couldn't place, but she didn't quite know him nonetheless. 

Was she supposed to stop him? She stood still and watchign him, noting the blood that dripped from his lip and the way he avoided using one of his legs. Her ears flicked back, and she knew she probably should say something or do something, but she didn't really want to take on that responsibility.