Firefly Ravine distant

Gundham sauntered along, wanting to move further inland for the coming winter. Unfortunately, with the way he was traveling, he'd have to cross a ravine to continue. He'd managed to find a way down with careful footing and now traveled on its floor. At a warmer time of year, he was sure there would be insects and amphibians aplenty; but the place was drearily devoid of life, now.

Except for another wolf, apparently, who he noticed up ahead. His heart rate instinctively picked up not out of a sense of danger but because he loathed the thought of confrontation so strongly. He had to pass him, so Gundham sucked in a breath and continued on while pretending he didn't exist. He'd mostly tuned out the other wolf's presence — until he tripped and stumbled awfully, sucking in a breath from the pain. The man was holding his leg up. It didn't look broken, but he could've damaged it some other way.

He swallowed. Tempted as he was to just keep moving on his way and mind his own business, it didn't feel right to not ask if he was alright, at the very least. That was less awkward, anyway. Willing himself to speak, Gundham asked, A-Are you injured? His voice was hoarse, for he seldom used it now. If the man needed medical assistance, he wouldn't be much help — Gundham lacked medical experience and didn't know anyone who did. He hardly knew anyone in these wilds period. Still, it felt right to ask.