Lost Creek Hollow she's so high

When they started to walk, there was silence at first. Nikai didn't mind this much; it could be good to arrange your thoughts sometimes before you said something. He thought to remind her that he was just some guy from another pack and that it could help to tell your problems to someone that you didn't know well at all, but then decided to simply savour the silence for now.

Eventually she spoke, though the first though she said was about his leg, not about herself. Nikai chuckled at first when she asked the question, considering this was supposed to be a coach talk about her. But it could be useful to break the ice with some meaningless talk first, he knew, so he explained the story he'd come to explain a hundred times ever since the loss of his leg: Hunting accident. There was an infected wound that just wouldn't quit. When I was wandering the wilds I blacked out and when I came to, I was without a leg. I've learned to move on three legs fairly well, though. Won't be as fast as I was before, but I get by. There, that concluded the leg subject, at least. Nikai thought idly about his scout trade -- he should really think of exchanging it for something else.