Blackfoot Forest What Did You Mean When You Said It's Destructive

WELCOME TO WOLF i'm so glad to see you

Was it simply fate that led him so often to sick, injured, beautiful boys who might die without his help? Evien was beginning to think so. The forest had been so peaceful and pleasant to wander through, and he was enjoying his alone time, when the scent of infection began to thicken the air. 

It was gross - disgusting, really. Germ infested and festering, he presumed. 

But it was infection, and an infection that belonged to a wolf, so... he simply had to help. It was in his coding, or his soul, or whatever. Doomed to disgust himself with the injuries of other wolves until the day he died. 

So, Evien followed the sickening smell, his uneven pawsteps quiet through the dense forest. The air was cold, steam puffing from his nostrils as he walked. But the other boy stood out against the darkness - a large, pale-furred creature that Evien honestly thought might be Fields for a brief moment. 

His hopes - and sudden rage at what would be the reappearance of his old flame - were dashed as he approached the poor sap that lay on the icy ground. This was not Fields. He didn't possess the tall, willowy frame that the other boy had had. No - this one was far more muscular, and... spiky. And injured. 

"The fuck happened to you?" he questioned as he approached, green eyes narrowed slightly.