Rock Hammer understood the human's fear of him. They weren't the first. What he didn't understand was that it was creepy that he had donned the flayed meat of a bear to serve as his armor. To him it made sense; the humans wear fur, so why not wear their meat too? This way the meat would stay warmer longer too, and keep him warm as well. At least until he falls asleep outside, and than the meat might get too cold. That reminded him: He should get a blanket. He used to have a blanket. He wore it like a cape. Made him feel good. Certainly made him feel warm. But that was before he was covered in oil and was burned alive. Rock Hammer still hated to humans for doing that to him, even though they were dead now.<br/><br/>Anyways, the woman didn't want the bear. Even if he used both the pelts, there wasn't enough skin to make a blanket. But more meat and more fur was good for Rock Hammer. Maybe he could make some pants for himself instead of his dog-skin kilt. Rock Hammer was about to pick up the bear corpse and was going to go leave to do his business when the woman asked him if he wanted help. She pointed towards his body armor, but Rock Hammer figured that she was referring to what was underneath it. He peeled off the meat armor like a banana, revealing his mostly mangled paunch. Though the bleeding at stopped, his makeshift bandage only served to seal his wound and very little to heal it.<span style="font-weight: bold">"It hurts."</span><br/><br/>Rock Hammer looked at the woman. She was obviously offering to help him, but he was concerned that he was going to scare people. People who might try to hurt him more. He wasn't afraid of getting hurt, but he knew better than to go places were he would cause trouble. That was why he was always on the move. Still... He didn't really know where he was at. He doesn't even remember what he was doing this far north. He certainly didn't like the the weather or the wildlife. If nothing else, at least if he goes with this woman or if she can point him in the right direction, he could find somewhere else that was more pleasant.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Will you... Help me?"</span><br/><br/>For once the voices seem... Silent. Listening. Rock Hammer never paid attention to them to notice, but this was big. Before, Rock Hammer would have to sneak into places and live there. Sometimes people were nice enough to let him stay. But this... This was perhaps the first time he's actually asked for someone to help him. There was whispers in his ear that he couldn't make out even if he was paying attention to them.<br/><br/>"Just like her... No not her... Couldn't be the one. But something similar. Too different. But essentially the same. Method to the madness. Different means same ends. Maybe, just maybe... Perhaps..."