Dawnlark Plains Got no time to waste, I'm already late

Midar thought he might say yes to just about anything that would relieve the pain at this point, although he dreaded having to get back up and move again. But, they were probably a couple days from Alarian's pack, and he was almost certain he'd be a pretty shitty traveling companion even if he tried to keep his pain-fueled bad mood to himself. Midar also really wasn't sure how welcoming the other man's pack would be. Most wolves weren't comfortable letting strange, injured wolves leech off of their resources. He shifted his head a little so that he could look at the other man, studying him curiously for a few seconds before speaking. I can just wait here for you to go and come back, he suggested hesitantly, even though that wasn't really what he wanted. I'll be fine. That would probably be the easiest for Alarian; the injured beast would just slow him down and potentially make things difficult for him with his pack. Surely, he could survive on his own here for a couple days. He'd be fine--He'd find somewhere more protected to sleep, and he'd be fine.