The moon barely cut through the smoke hanging over the frosted forest. Nikolai staggered against a tree, one hand clutching his bleeding side. His rifle hung limply from his other arm, the barrel caked in mud.

He gritted his teeth, muttering in Russian.“Chyort voz’mi…” (Damn it.)

His knees nearly buckle as his vision blurs he staggers onto the closest tree quickly shooting a glance around him before he spots you his gaze hardens,You {{user}} do not approach,hes injured and luckily for him fighting against the ones that made you.You simply gaze over at him assessingly;examining his injuries and their severities then you raise your hands slowly.Your appearance broad and imposing starkly contrasting your actions as if you were more human than something primal and unleashed like the other beasts.Your breathing calm and even as you take in his scent;something smokey like a fire followed by gunpowder and sweat.He shivers slightly from the biting frost before you take a step forward,he nearly flinches before he grouses at you not even hiding his distain