The Bracken Woods Sort of green..

Check that, no blood. So it couldn't have been an animal of sorts -- unless it'd been an elk who'd struck him, some internal blow, or perhaps even a snake. He certainly didn't look old enough to be arthritic. He had a well enough look about him, despite being rather on the scrawny side.

What is it, then? he asked, as his thoughts rolled on. Despite the lacklustre of the other man's greeting (and letting slide the fact that Stratos himself had been greeting others in such a like manner these recent weeks), he came closer with ever glowing interest. After all, the stranger hadn't bit his face off yet, that gave you that limp? A boar that needs wrestling? A moose that needs wrangling?

Whatever the case, the man certainly didn't look comfortable, and that meant there was always room to assist.

forgive me for his weirdness xD