no more john does // open, injured joiner.

[FUBUKI]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Ren admittedly had not been looking towards the sky on that fateful day. He'd been entirely fixated on the ground territory, adjusting himself to the new mounds and hills which he should've gotten used to weeks ago. He'd been suffering from a head injury of his own however, clearly not as bad as the one which the stranger possessed, but still noticeable enough to put him out of action for a while. Away from the limelight, the feline tried to keep a level head, it didn't mean that opponents tried to imitate him though, especially large ones who weren't so keen on having a youngster teasing them. Admittedly, though submitting himself to a patrol, he still wasn't entirely concentrating on his surroundings, at least until an alabaster shape appeared in grey. At first he thought it might've been a lone star left over from his concussion, but as the feline gracefully moved closer, it was clearer to him that it wasn't just an illusion. Wings and black markings became obvious on the figure, and after a few seconds of calm pacing it became clear that something was wrong. They weren't moving, a few limbs seemed splayed out awkwardly, worst of all, they seemed to be but a young pup. With falling from grace out of reason in Ren's mind, he had to wonder who would do such a thing to a child.

Boiling blood brought him to a sprint over to the other's side, claws sheathing and unsheathing between strides. Curses ran through his mind, the felidae having too much self-control to spew them all out at once as he stared down at the unconscious figure. The up and down motions of breathing did little to quell his concerns, quickly he decided to lie down next to the husky. If the whelp woke up, the last thing he'd want was a circle of animals around him, at least lying down would make Ren seem less threatening than what his typical deadpan expression may've given off. "Hey, you alive?" he murmured quietly, hoping to nudge the other's side carefully, perhaps to see if they were healthy enough to respond to him. Even if he was staying calm externally and doing his best to be gentle, Ren knew for a fact that he wasn't a medic, and this kid was going to need one sooner rather than later. How long could they wait in silence for one to just spontaneously appear? Damn, he'd have to use his vocals. It was worth the awkwardness if it meant saving a life. "Guys! There's a seriously injured kid here!". What were the medics' names again? Teeth gritted in thought, hind paws shuffling, it seemed it would just be a waiting game now for a qualified official to appear.