"I... " Drellan stared forward at the she-wolf for a short while, then through her at nothing at all while his mind tried to catch up with his surroundings. A flash of the last few days seared into his vision for an instant, and the vivid, cold memory of T'Sone's laughing brought him back into reality. He still couldn't speak. A dryness in his throat and the trauma of everything stole his voice away. His body shivered lightly as everything came creeping back to him, he closed his eye and turned his head to obscure his wound from the new wolf. Obscure being a word which here means 'to hide his disgusting missing eye'Wildwing wrote:Behind the she-wolf was a large exit, where the sun shone and the outside could clearly be seen. There were patches of snow along the yellow ground, and some tree bases outside could be seen. The wind blew in, shuffling her fur in the slightest. Her eyes moved subtly to an area somewhat to the left-Drellan's right-to where the tunnel entrance was. She made eye contact with Silence and quietly willed him to stay put with her eyes and ears. As he was in Drellan's blind spot, she was sure the wounded wolf would not be able to see him unless he turned his head. She knew he would have scented him by now, however, but she was not worried. He would have scented the rabbits as well, so perhaps that would help put him at ease?
At Drellan's confusion, the she-wolf smiled apologetically. "I am sorry. That was a horrible introduction. My name is Gretta. My friend and I found you collapsed. We were worried for your safety, so we took you in to our temporary shelter." Her expression grew solemn as she focused on the side of his face that she had bandaged. "That wound... You must have been through something truly awful..."
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