Phantom Hollow brocktree

sorry he's a turd ;__; for the record I love Dwin

Vaska cast a long glance over his shoulder when someone else called out to him. Oh, great. Another. Bad enough he had an unconscious one on his paws, he didn't need one whose mouth still worked enough to chatter. But where there was one, there was always another, and another, and another.

So the way of wolves had been, so their way would always be.

But before he could say anything himself, the stranger shifted entirely from helpful denizen of the quiet forest to a downright banshee, and Vaska slicked his ears against his skull. Dee. So she had eyes and a name now, and now, he was really screwed. And who was this? Family, he guessed, but he spared no gentleness on her. Vaska scoffed and rolled his eyes at her seasoned words, and gave her a firm shake of his head no. Here he was, being a good samaritan instead of leaving this girl to rot for the ravens, and she accused him of hurting her?

Well, he supposed he couldn't blame her.

Supposed also he would have to dispose of the body, now that she was onto him.

He'd have laughed if he didn't think his life might be in trouble for laughing at something like that. Instead, Vaska gestured for the stranger to follow with a wave of his tail and continued forward, a point with his nose towards the water. A few more stretches and they could get to work on cleaning the girl, that is, if this stranger didn't rip into him first.