Jaden somberly stared off into space, as they spoke to each other. Thomas seemed genuinely interested in helping him, they all were kind to him actually. It was weird and surreal, like something out of a movie. This was too realistic to be a fantasy or delusion. Jaden felt reality sink in; he wasn't dead or dying. He was really a Werewolf and very much alive. These people didn't even know him and they wanted to help. They were the only chance he had to survive in this wilderness.<br/><br/>He looked up to Thomas, who had crouched a bit to look him in the eyes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œI hate to ask but do you have enough energy to walk or do you need to eat now?â€</span><br/><br/>He glanced around and eyed the dead bear for a moment. Eat what exactly? The Bear? Raw? He thought about it, tearing into the raw flesh and pictured the blood. It made him queasy at first, but a little worried and scared when the thought of it quickly turned from sickening, to somewhat enjoyable. Wiping the drool from his chin he shook his head, clearing his thoughts and tore his vision away from the bear.<br/><br/>"Ro." he growled, still unable to speak properly like this. He leaned over to push himself up on all fours, then pushed off the ground to stand, stumbling at first to get his balance, then he limped forward on shaky legs, nodding while motioning with his large, clawed hands to motion for the rest to lead the way.<br/><br/>It took a time to clear the hill beside the creek, but once he was in the thick of the trees, he was able to use the trees for support when he stumbled. He felt bad for going so slow and holding everyone back, but they were all supportive of him and kept pace with him, until they reached the base of the small peak he spotted a while ago. The smell of cooking meat was intoxicating.<br/><br/>There were more at this small base. A cave in the mountain served as perfect shelter and the campsite had been developed. Skins hung from log racks that bathed in the sun nearby, logs were pulled around the firepit, a spit dug deeply into the ground hung over the fire, then atop the fire was a metal grate used for grilling. It was a nice spot they had here, but Jaden caught mere glimpses as he panted, tounge hanging out and he stumbled into the camp with the others around him<br/><br/>Someone had helped him to a pile of furs beside the fire where he nearly collapsed and tried to get his breathing under control. The others around the fire stared at him, one holding a large skinning knife which caught his eye. He mustered a weak wave to them and his eyes went to the sizzling meat on the fire...