Shadow stared back at the wolves, awaiting a blow by one of their twelve random paws. But no attack broke out, instaed the middle one spoke.

"You are injured, dark-fured one. May we be of assistance?" He seemed old, and was the largest of the trio. Shadow continued his stare. They were peace makers, offering help. They were of no threat to me, he thought. I could probably take on all three in my state right now.

"Why do you not speak, injured one? Would you mind if we brought you home to investigate your wound? It doesn't look much well." Shadow thought about going back with them. But that could hurt his reputation. But, he may not survive being alone. His mind formed sides, and couldn't think. What was best?