They call me Grace

im so sorry I didn't reps to this earlier!

The golden boy had a mouth full of dandelion leaves, his full tassel swaying a high left and right.
This was such a good day. Nothing bad had happened so far. He had woken up, had a couple of squirrels for breakfast, gotten a couple nutritional herbs in, and was prepared to call it a day. But, the yellow plaited teen, as he walked past a rocky chunk of wall, heard the crashing of rocks and a distinct "oomf!" not too far from him.

Ah shit.

He galloped toward the sound, his golden paws carrying him as fast as they could.
He had found the source of that pained sound, and astonished, he looked at the russet who lay amongst the heap of crumbled rock and gravel.

Ashton jumped over to assist as much as he could, his mentality still adjusting to the situation.

"My, god, ...are you chill, chick? Here, I can help.."
That's when he saw the jagged chunk of rock jutting from her abdomen.

Double shit.

"Eh..ok, so maybe moving you is not the best of ideas..
Are you conscious? Can you hear me? It would be reaaaallly shitty if you were dead, dudette. At least die not so close to pack lands..that's so suspicious, and I literally just joined these folks, and I.."

Realizing he was rambling again, the golden boy face-pawed.
Theres a hurt wolf in front of him and he's losing his shit.

"Ok, first things first, are you chill, babe?"

Earnest and sincere emeralds lingered on the girl, hoping she responded.