01-29-2008, 08:53 PM
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   Neither of the coyote kids seemed completely themselves yet...the boy who had almost had the house collapse in on him with Skoll hadn't said anything, and the girl began speaking in gibberish...or at least a language that wasn't recognizeable to him. They both seemed to be alive, which was a good start, though the fact that neither of them had spoken bothered him. The boy had blood coming from his head...what was he to do? Skoll reached down to the deerskin satchel he'd kept with him for so long, the one that had been replaced by the human pack he'd gotten from the human structure. Pulling it from around him, the muscles in his arms corded as they pulled apart, and he tore it down its length. What emerged was a much slimmer version of the original skin. He was no healer, but he knew some rudimentary first aide...it would be difficult not to, given his lifestyle. Walking around the smaller canine, he quickly wrapped it around his head, covering the wound. Hopefully, the pressure would successfully stop the bleeding. "Tell me you guys can speak english?" he said, head turned to the girl. He spared a brief glance behind him at the house that they had just avoided being under. Why had he risked his life for these two? It was the right thing to do, part of him said. Another part of him wanted to deny it, to say that he had decided against helping these people, but he couldn't stop himself from being what he was. No matter how bitter he got toward the way this place was run, he would never be able to sit back and do nothing, at least not in regards to innocents like these. ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written. |