After his meeting with Bazyl Teza felt conflicted about what had happened. He didn’t think he had done anything special, but his own rescuer thought he had. He had helped the girl escape, allowed her the chance to run. He grabbed the bear with his fangs and held on as tight as a three year old boy could. Gripping the ankle and not letting go for anything. Well until he was slashed to the side by the large blonde bear. It sent him flying and left some scars in its wake, but thanks to Tithe, he was able to hobble his way back to the safety of Taviora.

Soon though he was in the safe paws of of his family who took care of his wounds and now some time later, they were stiff still but healing well. His aunt told him he would be scarred but maybe over time they would vanish and his fur would regrow. They were still pretty obvious now. He had thin fur everywhere but on his chest where the long claws had struck him. That creature was unreal. Rumor was since, there were several large predators lurking the night… it wasn’t safe to be out of the pack land especially alone.

He wanted to do something about it, make the land safe again. He swore sometimes when he went near the borders he could smell it, hear it out there breathing and growling waiting to try and get him again. During the day though he couldn’t find it at all. No one could… what did that mean? Right now he moved through the forest pretty normally. He healed pretty well though it still hurt if he stretched too much. The scabs would break and he would bleed a little but he was over all feeling fine. He thought of the girl a few times. He hadn’t tried to find her, which made him feel bad, but he didn’t even know where to start looking for her. He didn’t even have a name to even start trying to find her. He just knew she needed a place to stay for the night.. Maybe she was a loner?

What he didn’t expect was to almost literally run into her scent here of all places. He was confused at first. His golden brows knitting together for a moment before slowly lumbering around. His nose kept working until he stopped just in front of a den, fresh leaf turn over and dirt scuffed just at the entrance. He thought he could hear someone softly breathing down there.

Hushed and he wouldn’t have heard it unless he stuck his head low to the entrance. ”Hey.. Um.. is it you?” The boy asked softly down in the entrance. He wasn’t sure why she was hiding if it was her, Taviora wasn’t exactly known for being vicious or aggressive. Maybe though not everyone knew that this pack was, and always has been, peace loving. Right now though he wanted to see if it was the girl, he had no name, no way to comfort her. He didn’t exactly know her well maybe she was flighty by nature, but he wanted to try to help her again if she would let him.