Redhawk Caldera thread titles are hard

forward dated a few days. making some assumptions <3 pls pm me if i need to edit!!

in the time since brecheliant had taken him in, castor had managed to exchange some information with @Bridget; he'd learned her name first, and had given his own. he'd learned that @Teya was the name of the other woman who had come to his aid. and he'd shared a few more brief, pained details of the circumstances of his self-exile from his home. he'd told them only that he had lost the challenge, that his packmates had killed the challenger for his unwarranted brutality, and that he had left them of his own volition.
otherwise, castor tried to keep his mind occupied. his waking moments were often so filled with pain that he could focus on little else; he didn't think he could stand to brood over the past, on top of it all. he'd woken early this morning, and had set to gnawing a bone leftover from the last meal he'd been brought.
he wondered if someone would come to see him soon; bridget most likely, but he would have welcomed any company. his gratitude to his saviors ran deep, despite everything. a swell of misery had overtaken him when he realized he had slipped from death's grasp, but how could he deny such kindness? they hadn't even known him, or if he might be dangerous, yet they'd saved his life. as miserable as he was, castor could not bring himself to sink so low as to squander such generosity.