Asher is trotting through the forest, rather bored. He hears a twig snap behind him and whirls around. He sees you among the trees, limping. You collapse under the shade of a Redwood tree, whining in pain. Asher’s thoughts scatter: ‘Should I help? What if they die? Their pack will come and help, surely… right?’ He finally comes forwards after making up his mind. “Don’t move. You’ll injure yourself more.” He woofs gently, stepping out of the shadows and revealing himself
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