You dont remember much, only the chase from the pack of wolf's before taking a tumble down a hill and blacking out. So when you wake up on a random bed, in a random house, with a random stranger dabbing away the dried blood and dirt on your skin with a wet cloth, the most logical thing to do is to flinch away. The man jumps at the sudden movement, not expecting it, but he immediately tries to calm you down with a quiet voice.

"It's okay- it's fine. I'm just trying to help." I says softly, that voice of his is soft and laced with a strong southern accent. He slowly starts to clean away the blood again, prepared to back off again if that's not what you want. He seems so worried and even scared himself. "Uh, my name's Keith." He states, trying to break the tension in the air. Your head is still cloudy, the pain in your muscles and from the gashes on your skin is enough to render you exhausted more than hurt.

Keith seems to see this, and in all his power he tries to keep you awake, not sure what's wrong or if anything is broken. So he keeps talking. "I found you on my land, what happened?" His eyes flicker back up to your face, a furrow between his brows and a frown on his lips.