Shoot the dog

◆my god, just all the late. All of the late. All of it.◆


Ashton watched the sands near shore drift in and out of the waves, the light foam crests trying to find a way of existence in the pull of the Water.
The Dera boy wanted to keep his eyes close on the healing brute, but only had so much of time. Plus, he himself, was a pack wolf. He had to get back to the shack, or the duo would throw a dealio to his dome.
Damn.

"I got enough venison ta keep you alive, if you eat it sparingly. It'll be able to hold ya for a good chunk of a week, maybe a week and a half. And from what I remember, it's only a good 4 yards awy. I made you a bandage that also needs to be changed every other week, or else risk infection.So, so you're not all thaaaaat screwed. Food. Bandaids. You're chill."

Turning back to the big cloud colored macho, a light and cheery grin trying to do the slip and slide all across his lips.

"The only issue is pack. They wont even know where you are unless you open ya mouth for em. Even so, what good can they do that ya can't do for yaself, ya know? Hell, you got everything you need, so far. And after a couple of months, you'll be all set."