Wapun Meadow Waking Up to the Unknown

He’s stunned to see the scar. It wasn’t even a wound before so there’s no way he could get a scar overnight. Unless that thing did it to him. At this point he knows it was the monster he was fighting previous to landing here. 

Shaking his head with a huff he allows his tongue to lap up the cold liquid. It slides down his throat and settles in his stomach, he’s so parched he can feel it trek down his esophagus. 

It does well to soothe his frayed nerves. Soon after his head is rising and looking to the other. He chortles at the males reply. “Oh, the thing that gave me this is much worse than a bear.” He says it ominously, eyes stuck on the agouti wolf, still a smile plays on his face.

“How about you? How’d you get here?” He tries in a careless attempt at changing the subject.