Whitefish River A thousand voices howling in my head

No. He replied swift and sharp. It was as if his own body cursed him for turning down the offer of help. A throbbing of pain in the back of his head. He would blame it on the other though. Outlander had let out a warning growl and the stranger had — instead of listening to the warning — had struck up conversation.

He shift his weight uncomfortably, fluffing up his coat a bit to try and hide his lack of current weight. He had never felt so naked in his life. If he had the comfort of this fellow pack wolf, Outlander without a doubt would squash him.

Alas he was merely a hollow shell of his former self.