ALMOST HUMAN ➵ injuries

A grim sight upon fresh eyes.

Piers had drawn close at the sound of cries and shouts. His ears were flattened, almost in irritation at the noise, as he rose his head. But what the wind drew with it caused the child to frown deeply, his eyes widening a bit. That was no smell he knew, deep down. Slowly, he pushed to his paws with the burning curiosity of a child. Slowly, much less urgently and less understanding, did Piers follow after the strange girl who glitched just out of sight. Piers glanced about as he exited town, or at least the inner town's circle, and drew his eyes upon the three.

Two, hunched around another. His eyes widened and breath kicked a bit. His paws pressed into the ground, and instinct alone made him crouch down, sharp blue eyes staring at the burnt and bleeding mess of Crowley. Fresh eyes were fresh no longer, cursed to be tainted from this step forward. But it drew him in, enticed him. The curiosity pressed, despite the fear thudding like a heart deep within his soul. Weakly, Piers managed to say something as he stepped forward.

"Is.. is there anything I can do to help?" He asked softly, afraid of imposing yet he knew they might need an extra pair of hands. A nurse to surgeon. An associate to a leader. He craned his head as stepped forward, his nose wrinkled sharply.

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