12-22-2011, 01:21 PM
He was feeling better, less in pain. The gouges in his flesh had knitted over, leaving long deep scabs. Some would certainly scar over. It didn't matter. The male was plagued with nightmares where Tameri's face was intermingled with that of the shadow wolf he'd destroyed. Now that he was healing, he had made his way to someplace where he could find new clothes. A new pair of black jeans and his standard black tank top now adorned his body, as well as a backpack with spare clothes inside.
A whistle caught his attention as he was following the river. He sped up, curious to find out who it was. A cream colored wolf was drinking from the river. Liam shifted his pack, wondering if he should greet her or
Move on. After a moment, he shrugged. Hello there. I'm Liam. How are you? . His trademark crooked grin was on his face, his body posture at ease. With his wounds hidden by the tank top, only the gash on his face showed, serving to give him a rougish appearance.
A whistle caught his attention as he was following the river. He sped up, curious to find out who it was. A cream colored wolf was drinking from the river. Liam shifted his pack, wondering if he should greet her or
Move on. After a moment, he shrugged. Hello there. I'm Liam. How are you? . His trademark crooked grin was on his face, his body posture at ease. With his wounds hidden by the tank top, only the gash on his face showed, serving to give him a rougish appearance.