Wapun Meadow Bigscale

The boy was almost exasperated in his look to her.

Swordfish thought the question was too vague to give a proper answer. Of course, he needed help. The look of him alone would bring that question to the forefront. Claws that had raked his ribs and put the fear of all beasts in the pit of the young wolf’s stomach would be the next to inspire such a query.

The better question was – could anyone help him?

No, just lookin’ fer a- he didn’t even have an excuse for his actions or his presence.

Ya heal? he asked her without finishing his original statement. A curious tilt of his head was made.