Blackfoot Forest ≡Shadow Dancing

help?

help?

help?!

unless this man could somehow undo the past, there wasn't a thing he could do to "help". (there was; he just wouldn't admit it.)

just go, he rumbled, shifting on the ground. I don't need your pity.

then, in a sudden movement, he was on his feet. 

it was a fit of rage he'd been caught in, head whipping to face them. I don't need anyone's pity. or help! he spat, curling his lip, even as it trembled.