[Hyenadog]

Hits froze when the wolfman approached him, staring up at him with wide eyes as his pupils constricted to sharp slits. He hissed sharply when he saw the knife, showing off those sharp teeth. But seeing the wolf began to cut him free made him pause in his threat. His aggression and panic turned to visible confusion as the wolf helped him from the bramble. He was covered in small cuts and broken thorns, hissing when he put weight on his feet, pushing a few thorns into the pads of his toes.

He scrambled away, going to the edge of the river to sit down on a rock and try and get the thorns out. He glanced at the wolf, still confused by his behavior. "Why would you help me?" He mumbled, tilting his head gently.