The woodsmen slumped across the back of a building resting his blooded head on the bricks the wolf got to him again and left quite a mark having flown and the window and had a axe in his head it wasn’t a good night luckily fables are hard to kill and he’s evaded arrest long enough but his head is pounding and he needs something to take the edge off he sees a patroon pass by with a blunt and he snatched it before snarling at the guy who left as soon as he came he sighed and patted his back pocket for a lighter “shit” he mumbled his voice slurred from the wound on his head then his gaze landed on you “got a lighter doll” he said gruffly itching for a smoke