The smell of the sea air was intoxicating, and despite the burning pain from my side, I could not help but find a great deal of serenity knowing that I was free. I walked towards a desolate group of rocks, where I could tend to my wound, enjoying every bit of sensation that the warm sand underneath my feet sent up, through my body.<br/><br/>This was freedom...freedom at last.<br/><br/>And then, reality set back in, I felt as though I was being watched still. I had to get towards a quiet secluded area, and quickly, before my wound got worse, and I had to do so in a manner that wouldn't draw any attention.<br/><br/>"Sir. Are you alright?"<br/><br/>The sound of a young voice, male's, suddenly filled my ears, causing them to rise to attention. I stopped, dead in my tracks, not sure how to comprehend what was said. There was a genuine sense of concern in the teenager's voice, a sense of concern that I hadn't heard in many years. I looked over at him. He was a feral, some sort of canine type, wolf, perhaps a fox.<br/><br/>"Do you need some help sir?" He asked again.<br/><br/>I took a moment to respond, perhaps instinctively weighing out my options before opening my mouth.<br/><br/>"I'll be ok," I said quietly. "But, you wouldn't happen to be able to get me a First Aid kit...would you?"