Wild Berry Meadow i sit a bit but i'm not gonna stay

Fixated on his next meal and the dwindling prospects before him, the wolf was unaware of the other until they spoke, and at that point Drusk went rigid and switched his focus. He did not want to be the target of more teeth. He also knew he had to keep his injury protected or better yet, secret; so he turned sharply with his back hunched, his tail low enough to swat at the greenery of the meadow.

Like the stranger, Drusk had no memory of the specifics when it came to the attack; he had fled at the first chance and as a result, would not have known his rescuers. This was a wolf he did not know, calling to him in a language he did not understand.

All he could do was hunch and growl a quick warning—keep back, I don't know you. Try as he might to hide the slope of his lower back, the sudden shift of his body did make him wince and favor a protective stance.