Barrow Fields D.A.R.E

"I don't know a lot about spirits though - my ma' said they'd eat me in my sleep if I messed up real bad though." He squinted his eyes, shaking his head. He was still on the fence about the whole 'spirit' thing.

It was then that an irritated sting from his wounds briefly brought him back to reality, his hind leg instinctively reaching up to scratch off the poultice that was meant to be treating him. "I've never known medicine to sting so much.." He mumbled.

His attention then snapped back to the stranger. "You know I wouldn't have to deal with it either if this big, old wolf hadn't bit me. No clue why he did it - he even brought me to see his creepy herbalist friend after." Still bothered by the experience, he furrowed a brow. Pepper had certainly put him in his place but that didn't mean he had to admit it.