WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAN? - open, stranger on territory + joining

[cashew]

ALL EYES ON ME

VOLKRATH — MALE — THE ASCENDANTS — FIREBALL

At the sound of Moonmade’s voice, the ivory shaded lion would instinctively tense, his ears pinning and maw furrowing into a low growl. Great, another lion. Why couldn’t a rabbit have come across him? At least he might have had the chance for a meal.. Well, only if the bunny decided to drop dead right in front of him. He was useless, completely broken. ”Leave me al-“ Volkrath began towards the other male. However, he quickly halted his words from finishing into a sentence as soon as the foreign feline seemed to be helping him.

How weird. Well, he didn’t mind. If this dude was going to offer him aid then he sure as hell was going to hop upon that advantage.

Without saying a word, Volkrath would weakly move his paw to press the dandelions towards his jaws. His chewing was slow and pathetic even. He was a young lion, barely over a cub, and here he was; trusting his life in the hands of a stranger. What would his father think?

Volkrath barely awknowledged as others showed up. All he could concentrate on was completing the task of chewing those disgusting flowers and mustering up enough strength to respond to Moonmade. ”Leg, back left leg. My stomach hurts, broken ribs?” His voice was hoarse and dry, evident of dehydration.

#psychosocial.