Hoshor Plains You're looking rough

He watched as she tended to him and made sure to clean each and every wound. She was nothing if not thorough. Thankfully, the wounds on his paws hurt far, far less than his face and side did. These kind of punctures were what he was used to and he found he wasn't so anxious about her cleaning them. He nodded to her instructions to keep them clean. That would be easy enough for him to do. 

She began instructing just what he would need, and his eyes widened in a slight panic. He had no one. He was a lone wolf, he had no family here. He knew Connor, of course, but he had no idea where his friend was. In the length of time it could take to find him, Lokie could be dying in the crevice of some mountain. 

His eyes widened further when she suggested he come stay with her pack. He had just been attacked by some mad wolf, and now he, a stranger, was supposed to go stay with a whole pack that didn't know him from anyone else? He couldn't remember of having heard of that pack name before. She seemed to think it was a fine suggestion, but he had his doubts. Some strange wolf, encroaching on their territory, taking time away from their medic, their meals? He could not see any way that it would be okay. 

But, he didn't have anyone else. He fought internally with himself before he open his maw gingerly. If your leadership approves, then I will stay with you. It was the only stipulation he had, but it was non-negotiable. If her Alpha's said no, he would high-tail it outta there!