Ravensblood Forest making splinters

The dog had enough humor to crack a joke but not to entertain Jaws' antics, which he dropped abruptly. He watched with a taut mouth as the canine rose with great effort, his most heinously damaged leg losing its skin like a shedding snake. As the canine slowly moved toward the coast, Jaws watched, still seated and almost frustrated. The coywolf had a deep respect for life and was uncomfortable in the company of suffering - he would not even play with his prey as many other predators would. His early life had been hard, he himself had suffered.

Before the dog could leave him entirely, Jaws quietly padded up beside him, still maintaining the same buffer as before. "If you're going to the coast," he began to say, "flip over the bunches of kelp. You might find a few crabs." It was not much, but it was all the tactless coywolf had to offer.