Boa grunted as he lifted up a solid, five foot long log and balanced it on his right shoulder. Wrapping his arm around one end to keep it balanced as he walked. Heading over to his shed behind his house, he laid it on the ground and pushed it against the wall of the shed. Grabbing the wooden handle of his ax, he carried it over to his chopping block and brought it down hard, making it stick fast. Coughing once or twice, Boa stuffed his hands in his coat pockets as he walked back around his house towards the front door. Suddenly, the coppery scent of blood caught his attention and he froze where he was, on high alert now. Sniffing the air, the scent wafted in stong waves from his house, a growl forming in the bottom of his throat.<br/><br/>His brown eyes darted from one end of the snow covered clearing to the other. Trying to see any potential threats that may loom in the darkness of the forest surrounding his home. There was nothing. No sound. No movement. Nothing but the wind winding through the leafless, snow-covered trees. Slowly turning to face the doorway to his house, he approached with caution. Stepping inside his house, his eyes followed the trail of melted snow and blood that seeped into the wooden floor boards. His shadow fell over the broken, bruised body of smaller man than himself.<br/><br/>Bending down next to him, Boa inspected the wounds inflicted on him. Skin had been ripped away in some spots, the kid was practically covered in blood. Black and purple bruises littered his body, some bones having been broken in several places. Leaning down, Boa couldnt help himself as he brushed a few locks of hair from the young man's face. Something sparked to life deep inside Boa, something warm and fuzzy.<br/><br/>Shaking his head furiously, Boa frowned and sighed heavily. "Well i guess I can take care of him till he can get back on his feet," he muttered to himself. Scooping his wounded guest up in his arms, Boa took him to his bedroom, laying him as comfortably as possible on his bed. Leaving his bedroom, he gathered a bunch of medical supplies before returning to his guest's side. Pulling a chair up beside his bed, he started to clean up his guest and tend to his wounds.<br/>~~~~~~~~~<br/>Boa groaned as he stood up, stretching his arms over his head. His guest was free of blood, broken bones bound tightly so they would be able to mend quicker, and all open wounds had either been sewn up or covered by patches of bandage. The boy was looking much better than when he had first crawled into Boa's house. Dipping his hands into the warm water in a bowl next to his bed, he washed off the blood before dumping the water outside his window. Closing his window and latching it shut, he glanced once more at the man in his bed before leaving the bedroom.<br/><br/>Setting the used bowl in the sink, Boa set to work cleaning the blood out of the floor boards. Scrubbing until his hands were raw and the wood practically looked like laminate. Shutting the front door of his cabin, he made sure to latch it twice before closing the black drapes hanging on either side of the two windows in his living room. Tossing a few, freshly chopped logs into the fire, he stoked a hot fire back to life. Making himself comfortable in front of the fire as he laid back on the blue blanket he had set out. Propping his head up with his hands, he let his eyes drift shut before he was out like a light.