Isaac wavered, his vision blurry as he looked up at the other wolf, Jackson’s movements making him soon smell the blood fill the air, “Jackson.” he said sharp, he hand on his stomach where he’d recently removed an arrow from, the bruises slowly healing, “Clearly.” He reached his hand out, accepting the help up onto his feet, as he covered the wound on his stomach, it slowly healing, “We need to get out of here before more show up.”
Jackson, helped Isaac up, alleviating some of his pain by grabbing his wrist. "No shit." he huffed, looking him over. "You good to go?" he asked his packmate, making sure he didn't need any assistance to go.













