Crescent Remains Knelt Before The Neo Werehog, Due To His Own Height, And Merely Watches. He Then Shifts

Crescent remains knelt before the neo werehog, due to his own height, and merely watches. he then shifts his own weight to move from kneeling to sitting, crossing his legs as he does so. his own bushy wolf-tail waggles against the ground behind him peaked from the cover of his black cloak. he spies the injuries before turning his head away with thought. he had only brought meat because he hadn't been expecting Neo to be injured but perhaps he would bring medical supplies too if the injuries are not tended to by his next visit.

' ' kinda hard to talk, isnt it? that's okay, you dont have to talk. just try not to get yourself into a situation you cant get out of while you're like this, alright? ' ' Crescent suggests, but he doesn't seem to budge. infact, he seems to pop an earbud into one of his ears and play some sort of incoherent music. ' ' mind if I hang around you for a small bit? dont worry, I wont take your asks. not intentionally anyway. ' '

' ' these anons go about it all wrong, don't they? ' ' The Wolf sighs, looking at the Mobianized Werehog form that Neo had dawned. he takes a break for a month to reside to his own affairs and they turn him into a glorified meatsack puppy? Crescent approaches then kneels down near Neo, reaching over to give him a gentle scratch behind the ear with his own claws.

...that being said, seeing as how Neo reacted to the anon; Crescent makes sure to flash his own teeth as a minor warning not to snap at him. he doubts this would work though, considering who Neo was at heart. ' ' the doctor feed you yet? ah, y'know what, dont worry about it. direct the ass chewing onto me if Eggman gets mad about this. ' ' Crescent says as he pulls his paw back to reach into a black back he's concealed under his black cloak this time. he pulls out a raw T-Bone steak, uncooked but fresh and healthy for the most part, and holds it infront of Neo for the taking. does he always carry that around...? no. no he doesnt.

The werehogs ears slowly perk up from where hes laid, like a dog, which- is all he really is when it boils down to it, hes just laying on the ground in some little blood splats that are from his own injuries. And maybe an anon or two getting bit. The werehogs head lifts to a familiar voice of a, now fellow canid, Crescent. Letting out some odd yet relaxed noises at the scratch behind his ear, flicking his own back juust abit to show slight submission from the wolves flared teeth. Despite being well, neo, still. It seemed Crescent was considered a higher rank in his feralized mind. ‘An alpha’ as they called it in wolf or dog packs. Ofcourse his master eggman was above that but Crescent gained Neo, or Metals, respect a loong time ago.

Considering hes in such a feral mindset, the canid attempts a response but all that comes out is incoherent huffs, snarfs and quiet barks, with the loud noises of his teeth chomping against eachother but its no way a show of violence. Just a failure to speak. So he shakes his head softly, and perks his ears once more in a minor confusion as he rummages through his cloak. However the confusion quickly subsides and his pupils go large at the raw meat infront of his face. The werehog pushes himself to his paws slightly and snaps his jaws forward to snap them onto the Steak, very gently taking it from his hand however and began to eat as if he hadn’t aten in days. Which.. he probably hadn’t, atleast had anything like a meal, chilidogs weren’t a good ‘meal’, so for a form like this? The steak would hold over nicely. You can easily see the large bushy wolf tail wagging in the air like an excited puppy to have a snack. Ignoring his injuries for the moment to enjoy what he was given.