Blackfeather Woods the war at home

the shadows wrapped around the boy as if trying to hide him from prying eyes such as her own. but did they truly mean to shelter or did they hold him captive down here, driving their way into his mind and leaving him paralysed. it's no secret that she's seen a lot but fuck he looked rough for it was only as dark eyes pierced the equally dark gloom that she could truly make out what was before her. he resembled a literal ghost was it not for the unique splash of colour covering his ribs and the pale fur did little to hide the assortment of scars scattering his body. of course it wasn't an unfamiliar sight and when one would usually cringe or wince at such a sight, tundra had always felt an odd respect for those who's bodies painted a story. much like the feeling upon meeting the listener she felt an equal dull but present interest towards the brute before her due to that one simple thing. but what she noticed now was how a rather brutal looking one across his cheek appeared fresher than the rest which obviously meant he'd been injured and recently enough.

her jaw clenches slightly as she feels her gaze once again flit to the entrace, visible only due to the grey light filtering in very weakly and failing to penetrate the darkness after a few pawlengths. it would be so easy to just turn and leave, sure she was used to those in a medical state but she never dealt one on one with them, that was the healers job she had simply been a fellow soldier who'd have to move past stone faced as ever. for to let it get to you was to lose it all apparently. and now for who knew why she'd happened to find herself in a desolate cave with a packmate that clearly wasn't doing all that well. 

she exhales lowly, keeping in the 'fuck sake' that echoes around her mind as she turns back to meet the gaze that bears into her relentlessly. it wasn't the fact that he was injured that had her on edge, it was the evident state of his mind. she'd seen wolves behave....differently...when pain caught them in its cruel grip. however upon closer inspection she frowns at the sluggishness to the movement of his eye alone. it was a guess but she had the feeling it was right, he had to have taken something. it was growing rather awkward as he gazed speechlessly for a number of moments and just as she was preparing to speak- although she'd had absolutely no clue what words were waiting to escape her jaws- he spoke. 

"oh gosh" is all she muttered, just about managing to make out the words that spilled messily from his jaws. so he still thought she was someone else then, fantastic. she moves forward now, no longer taking into consideration his personal space as she crouches down so that they're level. "i am not maegi" hopefully that made sense and she wasn't throwing him into a further state of confusion, she was really just guessing based on the name he'd announced upon her initial arrival. "i'm tundra" maybe giving herself a name for him to call her by would help? she really didn't have a fucking clue she was just grasping for strings here. "what's your name?" best to start simple she...guessed? it would definitely have been handy if she'd known who maegi was, was it a wolf in the pack now? a wolf from the past? someone already dead? if he truly was under the influence of something it could really be anything.