OOC: jeans, shirt (unbuttoned)
There was no real reason for Vikas to be wandering over here, but there was no real reason for anything Vikas did these days. He had no purpose, no jobs, no goals or motivation. It felt so strange to be this detached from society. He felt a bit like a ghost, floating around and watching the world go on without him. The boy was slowly looking for a reason to be, a sense of belonging, a friend even. His travels had not lasted that long, and already the male was craving stability again. He was not meant to be a loner.
This place didn't help that aching feeling any. Everything around him was dead and grey. Obviously, the place had been wiped out by a fire at some point. The whole place just gave him the creeps, it was too eerie to see even nature look so empty and desolate. The new growth did little to console him. All the living trees and shrubs were were still incredibly small and scraggly, making for a rather weak patch-up. Vikas considered simply turning around and heading southwest again, when at that moment he heard a strange sound. It sounded like life. The grey wolf was immediately drawn to it, although it didn't sound very pleasant at all.
He followed the sound of quiet sobbing like a child following the Pied Piper. Eventually he happened upon the source. Vikas hesitated, wondering if he should draw near or not. There, beside an old knotted log, sat a girl. The tan figure was curled up, her body trembling from her own cries. Her long brown hair draped over her shoulders and her face was buried in her arms, so there was not much for Vikas to see. Whoever it was, she seemed miserable. Vikas felt uncomfortable, uncertain whether or not he should stay. He didn't know this female, so what could he do to help her? Maybe she would snap at him, or tell him to go and just leave her be. But if he simply walked by, he knew he would be thinking about her for the rest of the day. He knew better than to just ignore someone that needed help. Vikas scratched nervously at the back of his neck, looking around him for any witnesses. Upon deciding that the two were in fact alone, he approached.
Vikas walked slowly, but made no effort to conceal the sound of his footsteps. He didn't want to sneak up on her. He knelt down next to the crying figure, his eyes full of worry. "Hey, you all right?" he asked, speaking softly.
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