Emberwood You just want somebody you can chill and get some drinks with

Grezig had returned to the Emberwood today for lack of anything better to do. The sight she saw there disturbed her—a wolf bent in half in an attempt to eat something (she couldn’t see what because she was behind them). There was clearly something wrong with the wolf. It’s body was… She couldn’t really describe it, honestly. It looked too small, but not like a runt—like it’s proportions were off. Unable to keep her prejudiced mouth shut, she stared openly at the male and said, “What… the hell?” Great way to make friends, Grezig. But no one in her family had taught her things like… being nice to those with clear disabilities. In her pack, such a pup would have been killed upon birth. She just continued standing and staring. Whether he turned to confront her was up to him.