Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170823004839/@comment-31749612-20170825025231

Whiskey's eyes dilated a bit at the sight of the wolf.

''And suddenly, being the person he is, he felt bad. He wanted to help the wolf, but he was 99% sure the wolf would either warn, or straight out attack him if he got too close. Especially because it had a wound.''

''Plus, even if he could help it, how was he supposed to help it? It was leaking black liquid from one of it's wounds. The best thing he had was some cloth in his pack...''

Though, slowly, very slowy, he approached it, holding his hands out, to show he meant no harm.