“Stupid human,” the figure said with a sharp bark of laughter, the voice sounding deep and distinctly male. “I should be ta one thankin' you.” Waking slowly, your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you saw a man of similar age, dressed in some ragged pants but little else.

The dark tanned skin on his chest was littered with scars of various shapes and sizes, an Indigo hued tail wagging as he spoke. Before he could catch you staring, you bought your gaze to his face, gasping with recognition at those familiar indigo eyes watching you with amusement. The same as the wolf you had saved the other day.