01-24-2019, 09:00 PM
EASTWARD BOUND
ARTHUR MORGAN — MALE — SNOWBOUND — EAGLEHUNTER — HARD
He was late, but he arrived in time to catch Shoto's protests to getting treatment. The wolf looked over the boy, eyes narrowing slightly at his condition. Pitiful. "Boy, you ain't gonna be of any use to us or yourself if you don't let them patch you up. Unless dyin' in the snow sounds more appealing to you?" he argued. The kid was injured and freezing to death out here. He might as well be asking to die if he wanted to keep talking that way. Regardless, Arthur couldn't deny his actions were noble. Stupid and rash, yes. But noble.
❝ NO TROPHY, NO FLOWERS, NO FLASHBULBS, NO WINE ❞
timber wolf + 3 years + @Sympathy ————— he's haunted by something he cannot define