Shoot the dog

◆yea I gotcha. Try replying to a post while trying not to get caught in class, and hoping you're on the right character out of 6 others you have. God, just gahh. Lolz. ◆



Ashton, being a doc who focused primarily on others, couldnt helt but notice the swift spread of emotion across the pale lupines face, even if the sorrow was brief.
The hippie assumed it was in anxiety of possibly losing his leg.

"Well, muchacho, I did everything with what I could. I woulda tried to take ya back to the Caldera because thats where my proper med stuff is, but I've already fucked up twice with bringin a loner to the borders, the latest being some ungrateful dark charcoal dame with orange eyes and a shredded shoulder. I'm just glad Fox said no, or else I woulda kept bein as naïve as I usually am with the wounded. But never mind that, cause ya smell like a pack wolf, let alone look like one, so bleh."

Ashton gave him another once over with his foresty irises on the patch up job he did on the wound.
Not bad, for random materials.