[Hyenadog]

Hits was washing his wounds at the edge of the river. He paused when the water took on a faint pink hue, darkening until he saw Storm. He stood and jumped into the water, grabbing the wolf and dragging him out of the water. He untied his arms and rolled him onto his side so he could cough up the water in his lungs.

He crouched beside him, and patted his back to try and help. He didnt know why he wanted to help the wolf...maybe it was the fact the wolf protected him...or that intriguing scent he'd caught earlier...