Firefly Glen i'm a hot mess

It was pure luck he had happened by. Holland grunts, sniffing the air and picking up the budding blood and torn fur. Of course, he can't smell torn fur but he assumes it is there. Before he could react, there was movement near his blind spot. He stiffens, turning his head to view a young man.

Someone he hasn't met yet. "Hail" he utters in greeting, twisting his body to view the kid (compared to him, they are a child). His red eye focuses on them, a brief flicker of concern. "you alright?" He expects to be told off. The way the other carries himself is prickly and uninterested.

But he tries regardless. It's all he hopes to do.