Richard
Alex would stretch his arms and his legs again, even though it hadn't have been long since he was shackled. He would untie the hood from around his wounds as he put it back over his head. He would crack his knuckles as he walked up behind Anro close enough to where it wouldn't be suspicious of trying to attack.

"Which way is the capitol."

He said as he cracked his neck now as he asked this question. The grass would squish underneath his boots as he took each step, following them from a small distance. His footsteps would be silent as he walked, though his presence would be sensible.
Bambi
*Oh, he was up already? That was interesting. Tougher than he thought, though Macen were known to be hardy.*

*The beast and his pack would turn around to face the now hooded figure.*

"Why you askin' me? Don't know your way around?"
Richard
"Never left the forest really, figured it'd be a good time to go to the capitol considering everything"

Blood would drip loudly from his wounds as it pooled where he stood, he would continue to pop his bones, from his back to his individual toes. He would look down at his wounds and let up a sigh, debating and thinking on which ones he could heal and which ones he couldn't.
Bambi
*It seems like some wounds weren't healable. His groin wound, his knees still severely out of place. It was a wonder that he could still walk.*

"Never left the forest, eh? Yet you got a scythe, metal blades."

*Anro would turn back, letting out a huff. It seems obvious that the canifor's done with him.*

"If you're lost, don't expect others to find the way for you."
Richard
Alex would scoff at his stupid assumption.

"I wasn't asking. You shouldn't be rude to the person you just told your abilities to."

He said as he walked off to the right of the wolves, using his deep knowledge of the forest entrances it would be his best guess that entrance would prove the most worthy. He would let his weapons be lost in the forest as they weren't really his to begin with, he stole them from wanderers in the wilds. His leather boots would make a gush sound as he walked through the occasional puddle, crushing and leaving footprints in the grass and dirt as he stepped. His hood would be stained with blood splatter as he began healing the wounds that were essential to stop, as long as he had the ability to do so. His knees would become more disfigured with every few steps he took, though he didn't care much about it, he was numb to pain in certain amounts. He knew he could heal them either way, they were just a fractured bone and a cracked kneecap in both legs.

He would hum a tune that was meant for the guitar, it sounded like a song about a battle of some sorts from just the music. It would be a fantastic song he hummed enthusiastically as he walked and healed his knee's.
Bambi
*The beastkin would laugh, loud and hard. This fool. This absolute fool.*

"Telling my abilities? You haven't seen the worst of me yet. And I don't need to hide 'em either. Being scared of telling other people about your skills, that's for weaklings. Like rogues, mages or archers. No self-respecting fighter should be scared of others knowing their skills."

*Anro would walk through the city, heading towards the main gate. His wolves would follow him, still very alert.*