The yell caused Treasure to pop up into a standing position, almost going into defensive mode before realizing the boy was really just a scared pup. He decided to wait—patience would probably play the table in his favor. Treasure handled scared animals all the time, one shifter wasn’t going to change that.
His last whispered words prompted Treasure to finally spring into action, taking a care step towards the boy, his hands out in front of him. He needed to prove he wouldn’t be a threat.
“I’m… not going to hurt you,” Treasure stated calmly, taking another step forward before realizing the boy’s bare body being on display probably didn’t help comfort him. Stepping back and instead resorting to the cabinets placed on the side of the room, Treasure fumbled through them before pulling out a blanket.
It was on the smaller side, as Treasure ( normally ) used it for animals, but it would do with acting as a cover. Turning back around, he held the blanket out, only taking a few steps forward but wanting to keep a distance between him and the other. He wasn’t actually sure if wolf shifters had a thing for lashing out and he was a bit too delicate to be able to take one on.
“I bandaged you up… I’m a doctor, if that makes you feel any better. Kind of my area of expertise,” Treasure gave a small laugh, knowing it wasn’t exactly the time for laughter. Propping back down into a squat, he leaned forward on one hand, the other extended with the blanket in possession. “Use this to cover up, please. It’ll probably make you feel better, at least a little…” Treasure trailed off.
What had happened to put the boy on guard? To make him so defensive and so scared? He swished him lips from side to side, pondering the topic in his head before figuring it wouldn’t get him anywhere.
He’s still so very hesitant and on the edge, Gunner trembling as he extends a shaky limb to take the blanket. At the very least, he had that much to be grateful for. He laid it down over himself, shielding his body from his shoulders down to his knees. It wasn’t great, but it was warmer than the harsh tile beneath him. It brought him some comfort as well, and although his mind was clouded with fear and adrenaline, the wolf knew better than to try and run, lest he injure himself more.
Every time he thinks he’s done crying, fresh tears replace the old, streaking down his cheeks. Really, the only thing the young wolf could do was hope and pray - take this stranger, this doctor for his word - maybe then, he could leave with his life in tact. He had to be smart, had to play what he could only assume was a game. Gunner had to win.
“Why am I still here...? He trails off, asking the silent question ‘Why haven’t you killed me yet?’ as well. Panic was still ebbing at his vision, black lines turning thicker any time he stays still for too long, his body ready to drift back into warm unconsciousness, lulling him, tempting him to let go. But if he closed his eyes, would it be the last time?
Frustrated and furious at himself, the wolf wipes harshly at his cheeks, scowling as if he were still on guard. That if they were to fight, maybe Gunner still had some sort of chance. “What do you want from me?”