Nightcralwer

Wounded and tired, Nightcrawler made it to the Ruins. Without seeking out his usual shelter, he crawled under a huge slab of marble and limestone rock that was slanted against a pillar. It was enough to block any wind or snow, as well as make a decent hiding space. By now, his broken ribs and torn side made breathing agonizing. The wolf turned his head back and cleaned the wound. "Stupid dog." he grumbled quietly, "No respect; or common sense."

Jais

The lone hunter sauntered into the ruins, with the hard snow holding up under his large paws. His ribs showed clearly beneath the mostly snowy pelt of his. Jais picked up on the scent of the wounded wolf, as well as the faint odor of blood. He hoped that maybe this wolf had made a kill, so he eagerly followed the scent.

Jais slowed down as he approached the huge slab of rock that Nightcrawler was resting under. He didn't want to risk intruding into this wolf's hiding place lest he risked getting his nose bitten by the occupant, or making him wary. "Hello in there!" Jais woofed to Nightcrawler, whom he couldn't see. To avoid making enemies of this stranger, Jais held his tail loose in a friendly manner, and kept his voice spirited and without harshness.

Nightcrawler

He was hesitant at first, but crawled to the opening of the shelter until Jais could see him. By what his senses told him, Nightcrawler could tell Jais was just a little older than himself. From the looks of it, this stranger was also much kinder than the collie he met a few hours back. Being fairly optimistic, Nightcrawler exited his shelter and stood up to meet this wolf. He winced at the pain in his side, and found it was hard to stand fully upright. "Hello, who are you? My name is Nightcrawler." his words were enthusiastic, despite the new pain that clawed at him. Seeing that this wolf was thin, he spoke again, "If you are hungry, I can show you a place where there might be food that is easy to get."

Jais

"I'm Jais." He replied, studying the wolf. It was now obvious that the blood was from Nightcrawler, not from some prey animal. As soon as his hopes for food had been dismissed, they were brought back again when Nightcrawler mentioned an easy meal. Whisking his tail eagerly he nodded, "Sure, I'm starved!"

Nightcrawler

"Follow me." he replied, also holding his tail in a friendly manner. Each step, especially with his left legs, sent pain racing to his side. Besides his bad limp, he showed no other signs of pain. He traveled for the Back Yard of the Woodland Farm.