Duck Lake 不運 [P3]

The stranger, Marten, had clearly made up his mind. He was going to help him, going as far as to offer a shoulder to lean on. Hono's bewilderment was plain on his face. He had been told that kindness would be rare during his travels, that he couldn't count on anyone to keep him going. And yet here the silver was, proving his elders wrong.

With some hesitation, Hono rested upon his side. Yes, I think so. He took a tentative step forward just to be sure. He looks towards the healer when he mentions his pack. Oh. What would his peers think when he bought home a rogue, an injured one at that? He swallowed his anxiety. No, it was too late to dwell on questions. If they offered him a place to stay while he healed he would be grateful and if they turned him away so be it. Alright, he answers quietly before turning his nose towards the horizon. Thank you... for the help.