The Cursed Blood

[seopard]

((Oh yes, I have another roleplay going... My apologies. Anywho, Neowulf Accepted))

Skailia Undor

The young she-wolf gave him a grin before hopping up onto her feet and trotting over to where he was still slumped on the ground. "Alright Mr. Just lean on me" Skailia positioned herself to the left of the old male, being careful to make sure that when he pushed off the ground, that she wouldn't accidentally brush the wound on his shoulder. She smiled to herself, the scene reminding her of when her father had twisted an ankle when he fell into a rabbit warren. She then banished the thought and focused once more on helping the other wolf.

[Chunky_Squirrel]

Witson Ash

Stats
Health: 16/20
Injuries/Problems: A Wound on his shoulder, from the attack of a puma.

Witson, nodded and leaned against the younger she-wolf.
He growled when she named him 'Mr.' for no good reason, or was there?
The male spoke up. "My name is Witson!" He spoke outloud, before he calmed down and asked the she-wolf. "What such a young wolf doing out here in the Nox? Are you lost? What's you're name?" As much as he addmited to say, he was a very curious old wolf, who loved to ask questions like a young puppy.

[Chunky_Squirrel]

Bump? ))

[seopard]

((Dang it. Did it again))

Skailia Undor

Skailia didn't speak while helping him up, and then when he exclaimed that his name was Winston, she quickly corrected herself "Oh. I'm sorry Mr. Winston. I did not mean to offend you. And as for why I am in the Nox? I was born here." She smiled and looked around the dark trees watching trendils of fog swirl through the air "It's my home, why would I be lost?" In fact, Skailia knew the whole Nox like the back of her paw, and she often performed as a guide for the newest banished and pups.