Blackfoot Forest ≡Shadow Dancing

the internal struggle the boy was going through was evident. probably more so if he wasn't tattered and torn. collision remained in place as the younger one approached him and the closer he became the more preposterous the damage presented. matted fur, dried blood, inflamed wounds, and to top it off the knowledge of the damage beneath.

"and it's not that great," collision shook his head and turned his body, "don't expect me to make the pain go away. i'm no healer, but we can at least get you cleaned up and make sure you're not so vulnerable,"

a lone wolf was an easy target. a wounded lone wolf was an invitation for kill and the smell of blood would eventually call those with more malevolent nature. with a throw of his head, he began to walk so that, together, they could find a water source.

he realized, in his attempt to extend a hand to a stranger, they had remained hardly acquainted, "you can call me Collision,"