Redhawk Caldera beti

Even injured, the man had strength to be good-natured, something Bronco appreciated. Even the friendliest wolves could change into a monster when wounded; he guessed this pain was something that was not a stranger to Aditya. He nodded knowingly and canted his body slightly, to show where the fur parted in a river of scar tissue along one side. "Antlers suck." was Bronco's reply. 

Now that he was able to get a bit closer, he got a better look at Aditya's wound, and caught a whiff of the smell. It concerned him; he knew that smell far too well. He caught himself looking more concerned than he probably should have, and relaxed his brow and lips purposefully.

He found his gaze drifting from the wound back to the odd thing about Aditya's neck, but he looked up when he was asked where he was. "You're at the borders of a pack called Brecheliant. Lucky for you, we're friendly, and have a few healers in our midst though I'm, uh, not one of them. Are you from a pack nearby?" He asked, though he had his doubts. If he did live with a pack, he should've had better care provided to his shoulder. Given that he showed up from an unsuccessful hunt by himself, Bronco figured he was a loner that made a bad gamble on a buck.