Felltree Marsh all i wanted was a pepsi

Their similairity in thought ended at his comment. While he was compared to a likeness of some nameless individual, Abel struggled to pull a similar face from his memory. He'd seen an injury or two on the road, but never one as gnarly as this.

And that smile— Abel wasn't one to stare, but a smile like that drew attention.

Can't say I've heard that one before, no. He shook his head, breaking his curious gaze then. Haven't been around too many wolves to spark memories out of them.