One wolf to another - closed thread
@whiskeyorthedevil
Hanzo had been guarding over the forest of Hanamura for gods know how long, residing in the castle at its heart, protecting the travellers that came through it, and killing those that wanted to do ill to those coming through it, or those that tried to poach the animals living there. For all intents and purposes, he was immportal - while he could be killed through physical means, he always woke up alive, back at his castle, in no time, the only reminder of his death being another scar on his body. And, despite knowing all these powers he possessed, he still did not know what exactly he was. Calling himself a god would be arrogant, and he wasn't entirely a spirit either, so he settled with a sort of in-between.
Four of his gives wolves were diligently at his side, whilst the youngest of the pack stayed back at Hanzo’s castle; Yuzuki, a pup Hanzo had found in an abandoned den. She had adapted to pack life pretty easily, though she still had quite a bit of growing to do before he would take her on patrols around the forest.
He was in said forest at the moment, frowning at the wounded Werewolf he had found. One of his wolves had alerted him, and he was quick to find the large bundle of blood-soaked fur. He saw a few arrows sticking out of him, but they weren’t hunter-grade, so he was likely chased out of a village by the locals. Most likely Hanamura, since it was the closest village.
He carefully approached the Werewolf, unsure if they were knocked out or not, frown only deepenig when he saw he wounds hadn’t healed yet. This was a freshly turned person, their healing hadn’t set in yet, meaning they hadn’t even had their first full moon shift.
“Come here...”, he mumbled, ever so carefully picking the Werewolf up, careful not to jostle them as he moved back towards his castle to take care of them there. They were sure to be exhausted after their ordeal, so Hanzo would let them rest, patch ip their wounds and let them eat, regain their strength.