Blackfoot Forest The Butterfly Blooms

Lennon nodded, listening well to the wolfess’s instructions. ”Got it doc,” He cocked his head to the side, still wondering where it was she came from. Her name perplexed him a moment, he replayed it in his head multiple times till he was confident he could pronounce well himself. Her question wasn’t anticipated (even though it was completely logical) and he hesitated, unsure if he should give a truthful answer around the others. ”It mainly just hurt when I walk on it - a lot, otherwise I’m fine.” 

He neglected to add how every movement of his shoulder stinged and about how every wound was pounding if he thought about them briefly, but he though that was normal and unimportant. ”If you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?” It was always intriguing finding another foreigner.