Blacktail Deer Plateau sacre bleu

After is fine!

Sylvaine chose to investigate, which was by far the most heroic and most terrifying thing he'd ever had to do in his entire short life. As his nimble little body slid between the trees and came out of the shadows, he was faced with someone completely new and foreign; it was not the cardinal, nor either one of the boy's attackers - as far as he knew. But the stranger held a determined posture, and the intimidation was sufficient enough to spook the boy. He was already dwarfed by the other wolf, but instinct pulled Sylvaine in to a tighter curl against the ground.

Monsieur, pardonnez-moi. Je... je besoin d'un endroit pour se reposer , juste pour un moment. As the words left his lips, Sylvaine tried to suck in another breath and calm his nerves. It was unusual for him to grovel and beg in such a manner, but it meant he would survive - or at least, have a better chance of it. Remember to breathe. He wanted to stand up straight and face this stranger with the poise and grace that had been borne in to him, and yet.. It seemed less important in this tense moment.

Sir, se il vous plaît, ah... I have been running, yes? I need ah, stop. To accentuate the dire need he was in, Sylvaine slowly lifted one of his front paws and exposed the pads beneath for scrutiny. The skin there was cracked and bloody, having been run raw by his flight for safety. Stop, yes? With any luck, Sylvaine had run in to far more pleasant company than he had fled - but so far the boy's luck was strained at best.