A terrible way to live

Scar sucked in through his teeth. "Sure, time to heal." he sighed and shook it off.

(sorry I've been gone so long, job corps. is keeping me on my toes.)

maybell padded over to him and sat down next to him, her fur brushing his, and tried to comfort him, though she stayed silent this time. she hoped he would try to accept her attempts at helping him and try to heal. she didn't like seeing others in pain and misery and he was in both. she was determined to help him.

Scar said nothing either. he was lost in thought. Why would she risk her safety to help his screwed up mind. He sighed and lay back down as the sun set. Scar took no notice or care in those things, too focused on staying sane.