Hiya newbie! Hope you don't mind a Frodo! I have an injury on him if you'd like to fix it, but of course, you don't have to 
Make for a ranking up thread though. Word count; 471
He wasn't expecting to be able to get back to the pack this early. Well, by early, he meant he thought he'd be spending a couple of days searching for Gemma and the pups. Instead, he'd only spent about half the day tracking them, an hour checking to see if they were alright, and maybe taken two hours to get back. All in all it wasn't that bad. The journey, at least. The thing that had happened to Gemma though...that was terrible. He would kill that man if he ever crossed paths with him. Slit his throat and rip his innards out. Frodo was a far from violent person usually...but one of his greatest friends had been raped, a defenceless woman with two children watching, his children. Gemma and he were not mates, but he felt a strong bond for her all the same through the children they were bringing up together. And her rapist would pay for that, Frodo would make sure of it. Luckily, the pups were unharmed, but Gemma still needed plenty of rest to recover. Her brother and most of CdA were helping her out, so there wasn't much Frodo thought he could do. So he'd came back.
In his anger he had ridden not so well, and Strider the horse also seemed frisky. The stallion had bucked once or twice in mid-gallop, and sent Frodo hurtling off. He never fell off.... this was proving to be a pretty bad couple of days indeed. The black and ginger young man scowled as he rode his mount home, his arm hanging limp by his side. The shoulder was dislocated, and Frodo was in a lot of pain, especially as he had no idea what to do about his arm. He supposed he'd have to see Luna about it, he'd saved her once and he assumed she'd readily repay the favour, especially as she was a healer.
Moonlight scattered pinpricks across the shrubs and trees, cascading across the branches that snapped as wolf and horse rode through them. They were home, only on the outskirts, among many trees and a familiar span of water. Frodo admired the creek from afar, and then spotted a stranger up ahead, his face cupped in his paws. Curious about the new member, Frodo gently kneed his thighs into the great white flanks of his steed and set off at a trot, his posture welcoming. Ahoy. Who's you then, me ol' jolly rodger? the strange wolfman asked, his nose taking in the strangers scent. The stranger was white, he noticed, streaked with silver, that reminded him lightly of Gemma and the pups. Don't suppose yer know what's up with me arm socket, eh jeeves? he asked, motioning with his free paw to the limp, dislocated arm at his right side. He winced with pain.
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