Sun Mote Copse dead as dead can be

’We can talk about what you’ll owe me later.’

The words rattled around in his brain. What he’d owe her… Yes, he supposed it was only fair to give her something in return for healing him. Or wait… Was she the witch? Or was she taking him to the witch. He didn’t know… Had they confirmed it either way? Knowing him, they could’ve had an entire conversation and he might have forgotten it somewhere along the way. It didn’t matter. If she healed him, or took him to someone who could, he would pay whatever he needed to. No matter the cost.

A male wolf, large and dark, appeared out of thin air. He assumed that the male had walked over to them and he’d simply missed that part. He stared at the male unintentionally, eyes wavering, trying to figure out if he was real. Things around him often seemed… unstable. 

The words between the dark male and the blind girl went on without him, their voices muffled and far away. He shook his head, squeezed his eyes shut, trying to bring his hearing back into focus. A high-pitched ringing sounded in his head. He grunted as it caused sharp pain in his head. 

’And who’re you?’

His eyes opened, sapphire-blue orbs once again staring at the male. He opened his mouth. “I’m…”

Who are you? Your name? What’s your name? 

“My—my name…”

Your name… who are you? Who are you? What is your name?

You are… broken. You are sin. You are punished. 

Perdition.

He shook his head, growling, trying to clear the voice—his own inner voice, the one that explained to him why God had struck him down.

YOU ARE PERDITION.

“Perdition!” The word tore from his throat almost of its own accord. “I am… Perdition.” He stood, panting, unstable, head down. He stared at the mud between his paws, and his body spasmed, twitching and quivering as nerve pain lanced across his back and down his shoulders. His legs shook with the effort of remaining upright. “Forgive me,” he said quietly. “I am not in my right mind since… the lightning strike.”