“Please, I don’t want them to hurt you again.”
//oh my freaking gods HEY SKYLER <3 <3 *ahem* Er… I’m going to assume this is for Wolf, because Skye never tells or shows people when she’s hurt.
Wolf shook her head, lips pursed as brunette hair whipped lightly about her rather pallid face. She wasn’t going to say anything about it, she absolutely refused. Not only did she not want Skyler to worry, she also didn't want to talk about it. This time, she had come out with marginally fewer visible wounds: On her arm was one faint bruise pattern in the shape of a hand, her lips were split in a couple places, nothing major. Still, the mental damage had made more of an impact; Wolf had been scared out of speaking, so she simply sat holding her arms close across her body as though to warm up, and slightly hunched her shoulders. Overall, she felt and probably looked pretty harrowed, but perhaps that’s why Skyler had stopped her and coaxed her into a seat.















