<span style="font-family:Arsenal">A wave of pure blood washed across the shores of his mind as Micah realized what it would mean if he continued to follow his instincts and his nose. His tracking venture had brought him to the edge of their territory which technically prevented him from taking any action. His alpha would not have it if Micah brought a wolf from beyond their territory back to their lands despite how injured or near death that wolf might be. To save one of them would mean blood on his hands… paws… although he preferred hands. To not investigate further also put blood on his conscience, though, because to not look would mean that if whatever pain he was inhaling took the life it attempted to claim, that was his fault. <br/>
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It was one of the harder things Micah had struggled to learn to deal with. With his wolf form had come a greater sense of empathy to the point of him struggling with guilt when he didn’t help someone or when he failed to help someone overcome something that eventually brought them pain. He’d talked with the other wolves about it and none of them seemed to think there was anything too unusual about it, so it was something he’d just had to learn to live with. The problem with it was the times like now… when there was a wave of blood knocking at his mind no matter which option he chose to pursue. <br/>
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Suddenly, though, the decision was made for him. It was a single sound that fed him two different pieces of information. The low growl rung through his piercing like daggers into his bones and reverberating through his core; it let him know that the person he had been looking for was a lot closer to the border than he realized and Micah was also able to pick up on the pain that it contained. From that moment on, there was no further decision to make. He had to go after it. There was no other way to continue moving forward and no other plan that would get him back to the pack in one piece. <br/>
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Inhaling deeply, Micah caught the scent of blood again and shivered at how much more intense it had become in such a short period of time. All he had to do was poke his nose through the brush that layered the ground and he saw him. <br/>
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There was one thing that really made being a wolf rather difficult. The wolf had no real direct way to communicate. In packs, they learned how to read one another so that it wasn't much of a problem but not all wolves were in the same pack so not everyone could read everyone else. A small whine escaped from Micah as he saw the other wolf in pain because he wanted to get closer - he wanted to help - but he could tell that the other wolf was not open to approach. Not yet, anyway. Conveying that he meant to help wouldn't be easy but Micah could hope that his hesitancy and his slowness would at least show that he didn't mean harm and that would hopefully be a good start.</span>