OoC: Does this count as a fight? lol
As if proving his point, Ril'o skidded and fell on the slick ice, struggling to make his shaking limbs obey. Frowning, Slay dug his blunt claws into the frozen surface, ready to knock the youth down again. If he would pass out of his own accord, Slay could at least drag him back to shore, and maybe call a shifter to bandage his skull. He found himself praying the wolf hadn't done any serious damage - it would be a shame for the playful flaxen-furred boy to lose his amiable personality. Goodness knows, they needed more nice wolves in this pack. "Ril'o, listen to me, this is Slay. Slay, remember? Friends with Cercelee? You hurt yourself, I need you to calm down for me." He kept his voice clear and strong, hoping it would cut through the haze that was glassing over those dulled emerald eyes. Who was 'Dutch'? Was he hallucinating? At first Slay thought it was a curse he had uttered, but no, it was obviously someone's name...
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