Chimera Fields she asked me how to be funny, but that's not something you can teach

Well, there went that thought. The wolf seemed to notice him pretty quickly. He could bolt, but didn’t want to risk aggravating his injury. 

He needed to rest anyway, and now thinking about it, conversation wouldn’t be the worst thing. 

He was good though, mostly—certainly not seeking pity from the stranger. 

”I’m actually amazing,” he said, almost petty. ”But you should see the other guy.”

A joke. A rare occurrence for the blackened wolf, but given his current situation, he needed some relief.